Domineering CEO Dominates Stocking-Clad Mature Woman

As night fell, the office lights gradually dimmed. Zi Xuan was the last to leave. She changed into flats, carefully packing her high heels and stockings into her bag. Stepping out of the office building, she saw Chen Yang standing by the roadside, holding a bouquet of flowers. "Sister Xuan, I've been waiting for you for a long time," Chen Yang said, a little nervously. "I know this might be a bit sudden, but I really like you." Zi Xuan paused for a moment, then sighed. "Chen Yang, we're not suitable. You're still young, and you have a better future ahead of you." She refused him decisively, oblivious to the disappointment in Chen Yang's eyes. The next day, rumors were rampant in the office. Some said Zi Xuan had used her position to seduce an intern, while others claimed she was juggling multiple men. Zi Xuan knew this must be Chen Bo's doing. She offered no explanation, silently enduring the gossip and dedicating more energy to her work. During an important bidding process, Zi Xuan led her team through days and nights of hard work, finally securing the project. At the celebration party, everyone toasted her, congratulating her on her victory. Chen Yang was also there, watching Zi Xuan from afar, his eyes full of blessings. Zi Xuan raised her glass and walked over to Chen Bo. "Manager Chen, I have to thank you for your 'care' this time. It made me work even harder." Her smile was meaningful, and Chen Bo's face darkened, though he had no words to retort. Late into the night, Zi Xuan walked home alone. She put on her high heels, her black stockings shimmering faintly under the streetlights. In this moment, she was no longer the formidable Group Leader Zi from the workplace, but an ordinary woman enjoying her own peace and freedom. Back home, Zi Xuan took off her stockings and high heels, massaging her sore feet. She looked at herself in the mirror, recalling her years in the workplace. Stockings and high heels had once been her weapons, making her invincible in her career; but they had also brought her considerable trouble. However, she never regretted her choices. Every pair of stockings, every pair of high heels, had been a source of joy. The soft fabric that encased her legs, the sturdy heels that supported her arches, had long been intertwined with her lifeblood. As her fingertips traced the fine texture of the stockings and she listened to the crisp click of her heels on the ground, Zi Xuan felt as if she could touch the truest part of herself deep within. Outside the window, the city's night view was dazzling, neon lights reflecting a hazy glow on the glass. Zi Xuan changed into a loose coral fleece loungewear set, loosely tying up her hair and revealing her slender neck. Barefoot, she stepped onto the soft carpet, picked up the freshly brewed rose tea from the coffee table, and the wisps of steam swirled before her delicate face. Suddenly, a faint buzzing vibration emanated from her leg. Zi Xuan's body stiffened slightly, and she gently bit her lower lip. She subtly glanced at the closed bedroom door, confirming she was alone, then slowly sat down on the sofa and reached inside her loose sleep pants. Her fingertips brushed against the mini vibrator hidden on the inside of her thigh, its small body pulsing, sending a tingling sensation spreading through her nerve endings. This was her secret, her unspeakable secret. For three years, Zi Xuan had cultivated the habit of wearing an invisible vibrator in the office. Whenever a meeting became long and tedious, or when facing Chen Bo's provocative gaze, she would discreetly press the remote hidden in her pocket, letting the hidden vibrations dispel her inner restlessness and anxiety. This seemingly crazy act was her unique way of de-stressing in the high-pressure workplace. The warm tea swirled gently in the cup. Zi Xuan closed her eyes, allowing the tingling vibration to travel between her legs. She recalled the spirited confidence during the day's proposal, the ardent gaze of Chen Yang when he looked at her, and Chen Bo's cold, hostile smile. All emotions intertwined, fermenting in the secret vibration. The gears of memory began to turn, taking her back to her early days in the workplace. She was then young and lost, losing confidence through endless overtime and rejections. It wasn't until she accidentally discovered that wearing high heels and stockings seemed to imbue her with a magical power, enabling her to face any challenge with composure. The arrival of the vibrator was like opening a door to a new world, adding a different hue to her life. The vibration frequency gradually increased, and Zi Xuan's breathing became more rapid. She gripped the armrest of the sofa tightly, her legs unconsciously crossing and uncrossing. A blush crept up her cheeks, and the usual cool, capable aura of a strong career woman vanished. At this moment, she was merely an ordinary woman lost in her own world. With a powerful surge of vibration, Zi Xuan's body tensed abruptly, then slumped onto the sofa as if all her strength had been drained. Sweat soaked her back, and her heart continued to race. She slowly opened her eyes. The city outside was still bustling, but her inner self, after this secret revelry, had found a rare peace. Carefully, Zi Xuan removed the vibrator and put it away. These moments were hers alone, a private sanctuary, a piece of spiritual purity she found in the concrete jungle. She picked up the now slightly cooled tea, took a sip, and a faint smile touched her lips. Tomorrow, when the sun rose, she would once again step into her high heels and stockings, facing new challenges with perfect poise. And this secret would forever remain buried in her heart, becoming her unique way of conversing with herself.

"Next!" the security officer's voice boomed, and Zi Xuan felt as if her legs were cemented in place, unable to move. She took a deep breath, forcing herself forward. "Please remove your jacket for inspection," the staff member said expressionlessly. The words struck Zi Xuan like lightning, her sexy body trembling uncontrollably. Her mind flashed with the image of what lay beneath her jacket – the dense network of ropes wrapped around her, and those hidden implements. If discovered, how could she possibly explain? Her eyes darted frantically through the crowd, searching. Suddenly, she saw Gu Beichen. He stood by a coffee shop not far away, holding a cup of coffee, a triumphant smile playing on his lips, his eyes filled with malice and mockery. The remote control in his hand glowed with a faint blue light, like a bomb ready to detonate. Zi Xuan knew that if Gu Beichen willed it, he could press the button at any moment, humiliating her in front of everyone. Zi Xuan's throat tightened, wanting to say something, but no sound came out. Her hands slowly reached for the zipper of her jacket, each movement an agony. The sound of the zipper sliding down was deafening to her ears, like fate's countdown. The moment the jacket was removed, she felt as if she had been stripped bare, exposed to all eyes. Beneath the black lace lingerie, ropes of varying thickness were wrapped around her, some places adorned with metal bells. These ropes dug into her skin, leaving red marks. At her waist, a small leather whip was attached, one of Gu Beichen's tools for punishment. The people around cast strange glances, a mixture of surprise, curiosity, and disdain. Whispers like a tide washed over her. "What is she doing?" "What is she wearing?" "Is she mentally unstable?" These voices were sharp, piercing Zi Xuan's heart. Her face flushed crimson, tears welling in her eyes, but she dared not let them fall. She lowered her head, avoiding everyone's gaze, wishing she could disappear into the ground. The security officer frowned, his eyes filled with suspicion. "What is this situation? Please explain." Zi Xuan opened her mouth, but her throat was too dry to utter a sound. Her mind was blank, she had no idea how to answer. Just then, Gu Beichen walked over unhurriedly, that same detestable smile still on his face. "Apologies, these are props for a commercial we're shooting for our company. We accidentally forgot to take them off," Gu Beichen said, his voice steady and confident, as if stating the most ordinary of facts. He pulled a business card from his pocket and handed it to the security officer. "We're from XX Company. This business trip is for a commercial shoot." The security officer took the card, looked at it, then at the ropes and implements on Zi Xuan, his eyes still full of doubt. "Is that really true?" he asked. "Of course. You can call to verify if you don't believe me." Gu Beichen maintained his smile, but his tone carried an undeniable authority. The security officer hesitated for a moment, then returned the card to Gu Beichen. "Be more careful next time and avoid such misunderstandings." With that, he gestured for Zi Xuan to leave. Zi Xuan, as if granted a reprieve, quickly put on her jacket, grabbed her suitcase, and turned to leave. Her steps were hurried and frantic, as if afraid that if she lingered for another second, she would be consumed by this nightmare. Gu Beichen stood in place, watching Zi Xuan's disheveled figure, his smile widening. He toyed with the remote control in his hand, his eyes glinting with a cold light. This business trip was more than just work for him; it was a perfect game, and Zi Xuan was merely a plaything in his hands, forever unable to escape his control. Zi Xuan hid in the airport restroom, locking the stall door, and finally, unable to hold on any longer, collapsed onto the floor. Tears poured out like a broken dam, her body convulsing, emitting suppressed sobs. She looked at her reflection in the mirror, her eyes hollow and despairing. The confident, elegant career woman she once was had become this. She didn't know where her future lay, nor how to escape Gu Beichen's clutches. Amidst the roar of the airplane engines, Zi Xuan remained curled up in the last row window seat of economy class. The buttons of her cream-colored secretary suit were creased from her grip. The snores of the uncle beside her, mixed with the cries of the baby in front, fermented into an irritating noise in the confined space. She stared at her distorted reflection on the tray table – the red marks of the collar around her neck were faintly visible, and the wounds from the whip on her back burned with every brush of her shirt. The overhead reading light suddenly flickered on, making her pupils contract. Gu Beichen had, at some unknown time, passed through the curtain separating business class from economy, his black leather shoes stopping precisely at her feet. As the man leaned down, the familiar scent of cigarette smoke enveloped her. He picked up a strand of her hair with his long fingers, twirling it. "What was it like being seen with the ropes and props on you at security?" he asked. His warm breath brushed against her ear, and Zi Xuan's blood instantly froze. A passenger in front was startled by the movement and turned to look. In that instant, Gu Beichen yanked the leash hidden beneath her seat. The metal collar tightened sharply around her neck, and Zi Xuan let out a muffled groan as she pitched forward. "Shhh..." Gu Beichen's index finger pressed against her trembling lips, while his other hand reached for the inside of her thigh. "If you don't want to be treated like a bitch in heat, be quiet and behave yourself."

"Awake?" He gestured to the ice chest, seven sharply defined cubes shimmering in the blue dry ice mist. "Seven more. No more, no less. Consider it part of your punishment." Zi Xuan instinctively tried to curl up, but her limbs were fixed by shackles, leaving her only able to writhe her waist helplessly. The metal chains clinked out a rhythm of despair. The moment the metal head of the speculum pressed against her intimate parts, Zi Xuan's body tensed like a drawn bow. The cold instrument slowly advanced, the stretching pain causing her delicate body to shatter like scattered rose petals in a gale. A tearing, burning pain erupted from the inner walls of her canal. As the instrument deepened, her passage was forced open inch by inch, as if countless tiny gears were gnawing at her nerves. She bit down on the gag, her whimpers muffled in her throat, tears carving hot tracks down her cheeks. "Seems you're adapting well?" Gu Beichen's fingertips traced the trembling side of her waist, eliciting a shiver. Zi Xuan gazed at the mirrored ceiling above, seeing her own distorted reflection – veins bulging on her neck, a vast flush spreading across her pale skin, her spread-open private parts exposed without concealment under the cold light. This shame was more suffocating than the pain. She turned her face away, only to collide with the surging undercurrent behind the man's glasses. Suddenly, cold ropes coiled around her nipples. Gu Beichen expertly stretched the soft flesh, the rough fibers digging deeply into the tender skin. The instant the rope circled her neck, Zi Xuan was forced to tilt her head back, each breath accompanied by a dual sting in her neck and chest. She tried to relax her muscles, only to find that the slightest movement would tug at the speculum, sending fresh, searing pain through the wounds within her canal. "The second one is coming," Gu Beichen's voice whispered in her ear. Zi Xuan stared at the ice cube, misted white in his hand, watching the cool blue slowly submerge into the metal tube of the speculum. The moment the chill touched her inner walls, her sensitive flesh instinctively contracted, but the instrument's hold prevented any escape. The coldness exploded within her, mingling with the sharp sting of the medicated oil, as if countless ice needles were piercing her simultaneously, or as if she were being scorched by fire. The third, the fourth... The ice cubes, like ruthless executioners, invaded her body one by one. With each push, Zi Xuan felt her consciousness teetering on the brink of collapse. Her abdomen spasmed from the cold, the muscles in her inner thighs trembled, and the icy water mixed with the medicated oil slowly trickled out through the gaps in the speculum, pooling in the tray beneath her. Gu Beichen watched her flushed cheeks and unfocused pupils, a mocking curve on his lips. He reached out and pressed on her lower abdomen, feeling the shape of the ice cubes within her through her skin. "You can endure quite a lot, can't you?" His words carried a hint of displeasure, but the pressure of his hand suddenly intensified. Zi Xuan's body arched into a grotesque curve, a muffled scream escaping her throat. By the time the seventh ice cube was fully submerged, Zi Xuan's consciousness was already blurred. She looked at her own drenched, pathetic reflection in the mirror, unable to believe she could be so utterly wretched and debauched. She trembled on the cold iron frame, her limbs bound by heavy chains. Every subtle struggle elicited a grating clash of metal, like the cries of her shattered soul. The stark white spotlight overhead mercilessly cast her distorted, desperate silhouette onto the wall. Gu Beichen stood in the shadows, elegantly wiping his fingers with a white silk handkerchief. Yet, the stains on the fabric silently spoke of the cruelty of the torment just inflicted. His gaze was cold and devoid of mercy, as if he could penetrate Zi Xuan's deepest fears. As the speculum was slowly withdrawn, the moment the cold metal left her body, Zi Xuan couldn't help but tremble violently. A chill rose from the depths of her heart, causing her body to curl up even tighter. The shelves were lined with an assortment of instruments, each one waiting to devour her courage. Gu Beichen's gaze swept across the rack, finally settling on a short, thick plug. He reached for it, weighing it lightly in his hand, a sinister smile playing on his lips. It was a smile that seemed to crawl up from the depths of hell, sending shivers down one's spine. "This," he said, his voice low and chilling, each word a sharp knife piercing Zi Xuan's heart, "might help you remember your place." The surface of the plug appeared smooth, yet subtle, rough textures could be discerned. Gu Beichen held it, beginning to gently rub it against Zi Xuan's opening, again and again. His movements were soft yet malicious, like a cat toying with a mouse. Zi Xuan bit her lip, desperately suppressing the rising desire and the imminent moans, but her body's sensitivity made resistance impossible. As the friction intensified, a familiar sting and itch intertwined, spreading from her nether regions to her entire body. Her body writhed, the chains rattling, yet she couldn't break free from this painful cage. When Gu Beichen's fingers began to toy with her clitoris, the sensation instantly became clearer and more intense. Zi Xuan's body tensed sharply, her sensitive bud rapidly engorging and hardening under the stimulation. An indescribable sense of shame and fear washed over her. She wanted to evade, but was firmly held by the chains, forced to endure it all helplessly. Just as she was on the verge of despair, Gu Beichen suddenly thrust the thick plug forcefully into her canal. In that instant, a searing pain, like a raging fire, engulfed her. Her vision went black, and she could no longer hold back, letting out a piercing scream filled with endless terror and despair. "Considering it's your first offense, you don't need to hold it in yourself. Let this do it for you," Gu Beichen's voice held a trace of mockery. He gripped the base of the plug and began to thrust in and out. Each thrust was like a heavy hammer, brutally striking Zi Xuan's body and soul. Her body shook violently with his movements, tears streaming uncontrollably from the corners of her eyes, dripping onto the cold iron frame. And now, the ice cubes previously inserted were also being pushed, touching her core. Although the fiery sensation of the medicated oil had subsided, a new pain surged like a tide. She felt as if her body were about to be torn apart.

"Master, Zixuan can't play today, please, woo woo woo..." a tearful plea escaped Zixuan's throat, her trailing end broken by moans. She shook her head frantically, the mesh fabric of the hood rubbing against her face, causing a burning sting. But in the man's eyes, this struggle was merely a game of feigned resistance. The man on her right suddenly lunged forward, a heavy scent of alcohol mixed with cheap perfume assaulting her flushed cheeks: "You slut, relax. Weren't you just horny and wanting it?" The mockery in his words was like a heavy hammer, shattering her forced laughter into sharp blades piercing her own heart. Zixuan twisted her body with all her might, trying to escape this nightmarish situation. She remembered the women's safety lectures she attended in college, but those self-defense techniques were utterly useless in the face of this terror. The man's rough hand clamped onto her chin like a vise, his knuckles almost crushing her cheekbones. The intense pain made her cry out involuntarily. When the cold metal of the speculum touched her lips, she instinctively clenched her teeth to resist, only to be met with a more brutal suppression from the man. "Open up for me!" the roar vibrated painfully in her ears. One hand fiercely pinched her nose, cutting off her breath, while the other roughly pried open her jaw. Zixuan was forced to gasp for air, and the speculum was shoved in. The cold, hard metal stretched her mouth open, her jaw screaming with near-dislocation pain. Tears streamed uncontrollably, soaking the hood. Even so, Zixuan didn't stop struggling, her head twisting wildly, trying to break free from the humiliating restraint. The man was thoroughly enraged, cursing irritably and pulling off his belt. The rough leather wrapped around her neck, digging fiercely into her flesh, while the other end was tightly tied to a tree root. Zixuan's movements abruptly ceased, her breathing becoming rapid and difficult under the belt's pressure. Every inhale brought the stinging friction of leather. "Bitch dog, let's see how you escape this time. Serve me well with your soft, fragrant tongue, or you'll regret it." The threatening words echoed in her ears. Zixuan curled up in the darkness, feeling the malice surrounding her, despair and fear. Gu Beichen's leather shoes echoed with a familiar sense of oppression. The man's long fingers hooked her chin. Under the hood, Zixuan could feel that cold gaze penetrating the darkness, dissecting her naked body inch by inch. "Whore, did you think it was over and you could go home?" Gu Beichen's voice was laced with a smile, yet it was more chilling than the night wind. "Heh heh, you're overthinking it. I said you'd be spending the night here." Zixuan's body trembled at the rough touch of the hemp rope marks. "Master will let you experience the joy of being a woman tonight." Before he finished speaking, Zixuan heard the sound of a device being switched on. The vibrating dildo hidden inside her body and the electric anal plug suddenly accelerated, intense tremors coursing through her entire being. Her delicate body writhed violently, the hemp rope digging deeply into her flesh, causing tearing pain. Gu Beichen adjusted the restraints around his crotch, the rough hemp rope rubbing back and forth on Zixuan's inner thighs. He deliberately widened the M-position, exposing her private parts completely to the cold air. "Alright, slut, take your time and enjoy the pleasure these two little toys bring you. Master is leaving now." Before leaving, the man's palm slapped heavily on her buttocks, the stinging pain and the vibrations intertwining, causing Zixuan to emit lewd moans from her throat. The sound of footsteps gradually faded, and Zixuan's world plunged into silence. Apart from the continuous hum of the devices, she could only hear her own rapid breaths. The cold wind blew, raising goosebumps on her exposed skin, while the heat within her body surged wildly. The hemp rope was deeply embedded in her flesh; every struggle only tightened the restraint, intensifying the stimulation from the devices inside her. She was now a plaything at the mercy of others. Zixuan twisted her body in terror, trying to cover herself with her coat, but her hands were cuffed behind her back, rendering her helpless. The rustling sound of the rope rubbing against her skin and the vibration of the devices echoed in her ears. As time passed, Zixuan's consciousness gradually blurred. Orgasms surged one after another, only to be abruptly interrupted at their peak by the changing frequency of the devices. Sweat mixed with tears, soaking the dead leaves beneath her. The early morning mist grew thicker, and Zixuan's body had lost all sensation. Between her numb legs, the devices continued to operate tirelessly, emitting a continuous hum. Her consciousness wavered between clarity and chaos, the only clear thought being: in this dark and endless night, she had not only lost her physical freedom but also her dignity as a human being. And this, perhaps, was just one of Gu Beichen's countless "games," but it was enough to become a nightmare she would never escape for the rest of her life.

Zi Xuan lay on the velvet-covered bed, dressed in a fluffy white princess gown, her breathing even. Moonlight filtered through the sheer curtains outside, casting a soft halo on her face. Suddenly, the door creaked open, and a dark figure silently approached the bedside. Before Zi Xuan could open her eyes, a cloth reeking of a pungent odor was thrust over her mouth and nose. Her body tensed instantly, her eyes snapping open, pupils dilated with terror. The acrid smell invaded her nostrils, making her dizzy, while her limbs erupted with a desperate urge to struggle. She thrashed her arms, kicked her legs, her silk skirt becoming disheveled, and a vase on the bedside table was knocked to the floor with a crisp shattering sound. But the dark figure's strength was immense, pinning her shoulders down, the cloth pressed firmly against her face. The strength of her struggle ebbed away bit by bit under the drug's effect, her eyelids grew heavier, and finally, she lost consciousness completely. After an unknown period, Zi Xuan's consciousness slowly returned. The first sensation was an object in her mouth – a hard rubber gag, filling her mouth so completely that only a small amount of saliva could dribble from the corners of her lips. She tried to speak, but could only emit muffled "mmph" sounds. Her vision gradually cleared, and she found herself securely bound to the posts of the bed. Rough hemp ropes were wrapped around her wrists and ankles, the knots tied tightly and firmly, each movement causing her skin to sting. Her white princess gown was askew, revealing the edge of the lace slip beneath. Her eyes were filled with terror as she twisted her body, attempting to break free from the restraints. The bed frame creaked and groaned with her struggles, but the ropes remained unyielding, only tightening further. The dark figure stood by the bed, watching her struggles with a blank expression. After a moment, he reached out, his fingertips tracing Zi Xuan's cheek, down her neck, brushing over the lace trim of her bodice, and finally resting on the hem of her skirt. Zi Xuan's body trembled violently at the touch, her "mmph" sounds becoming more rapid, her eyes filled with resistance. The dark figure ignored her reaction, continuing to move his hands over her body, from her arms to her calves, every inch of her skin being touched. Zi Xuan's struggles intensified, sweat dampening the wisps of hair on her forehead, clinging to her skin. Then, the dark figure bent down and untied her princess shoes. The delicate white leather shoes were tossed to the floor, revealing her small feet clad in white stockings. The stockings were sheer, clearly showing the shape of her toes. The dark figure's fingers landed on the instep of her foot, pressing gently. Zi Xuan's body jolted, her toes instinctively curling. As the dark figure's fingers began to tickle the sole of her foot, her small foot arched uncontrollably, trying to escape the sudden ticklish sensation. But her ankle was bound, rendering her unable to move, leaving her at the mercy of the hand ravaging the sole of her foot. The intense tickling spread through her nerves to her entire body, and Zi Xuan couldn't help but let out a muffled giggle, a stark contrast to her earlier sounds of resistance. The giggle was laced with helplessness and embarrassed annoyance. She tried to suppress it, but her body was beyond her control, and the laughter grew louder. Angered and flustered, she thrashed even more violently, the creaking of the bed frame escalating. The dark figure seemed amused, tickling with even more vigor. Zi Xuan's laughter was intermittent, interspersed with "mmph" protests, her cheeks flushing with shame. She was helpless, forced to endure the ticklishness that was both agonizing and irresistible. Her body gradually softened, only the tickling on the soles of her feet persisting. After playing for a while, the dark figure stopped. Zi Xuan gasped for breath, the tickling on her soles slowly subsiding, leaving behind a tingling sensation. She thought the torment was over, but the dark figure untied the rope on one of her ankles and pulled it up, securing it to a hook on the ceiling beam. Zi Xuan's body tilted instantly, her weight shifting to her other foot, the suspended foot clad in a white stocking, swaying slightly in the air. She tried to pull her foot back, but the rope held it firmly, forcing her to maintain this awkward position. The dark figure picked up a thin whip and approached her. The whip lightly landed on her calf, bringing a slight sting. Zi Xuan flinched, her "mmph" sounds returning, her eyes filled with fear. The whip fell again and again, not with great force, but enough to cause a persistent stinging pain. Zi Xuan twisted her body, trying to evade it, but only succeeded in making her suspended foot sway more violently. With each lash of the whip, she let out a short "mmph," her body trembling from pain and fear. Meanwhile, the dark figure's other hand occasionally tickled the sole of her suspended foot, the tickling and pain intermingling, eliciting a more intense reaction. Her mouth was blocked by the gag, preventing her from forming complete words, leaving only those muffled "mmph" sounds echoing in the room. As time passed, saliva accumulated around the edges of the gag. Zi Xuan could feel the wet, sticky sensation, and a wave of shame washed over her, making her cheeks burn even hotter. Watching her in this state, the dark figure stopped his actions. He reached out, unbuckled the strap behind Zi Xuan's head, and removed the gag. As soon as the gag was out, the accumulated saliva immediately flowed down from the corners of her mouth, dripping onto the floor. "Bad guy! Don't touch me!" Zi Xuan could finally speak, her voice hoarse from being gagged for so long, filled with strong resistance. When the dark figure's hand approached again, she jerked her head away, dodging.

"Stop," Sister Hong finally spoke. Zi Xuan put down the bucket and leaned against the wall, panting, her chest heaving. The short-haired woman walked over, snatched the bucket, and threw it aside. Then, she grabbed Zi Xuan's handcuffs and dragged her to the center of the cage. Sister Hong took a bundle of hemp rope from under the straw mat and tossed it at Zi Xuan's feet. "Tie yourself up." The rope was thick and rough, with a few dry grass stems clinging to it. Zi Xuan looked at the rope, unmoving. The short-haired woman immediately kicked her, harder than before. Zi Xuan stumbled, nearly falling, the handcuffs biting painfully into her wrists. She bent down to pick up the rope, her fingers brushing against the coarse fibers, her skin already reddening from the friction. She clumsily wrapped the rope around her waist and abdomen, her movements awkward due to the handcuffs. Sister Hong watched from the side, occasionally barking orders: "Tie it tighter." "No, start over." Zi Xuan had to untie and re-tie it three times before Sister Hong was satisfied. The rope was cinched tight, each loop digging deep into the soaked prison uniform, the fabric bunching up and pressing flat against her waist. The rough fibers chafed her ribs through the cloth, and every breath was a sharp pain. Zi Xuan's chest rose and fell minimally; she had to deliberately exert herself to draw air into her lungs, a faint gasp escaping her throat. Sister Hong stood up, the chains dragging on the floor with a clatter. She walked up to Zi Xuan, pinched the knot of the rope, and yanked upwards sharply. The rope tightened instantly, forcing Zi Xuan's body into an involuntary arch. The constriction around her waist deepened, the pain making her vision blur. Sister Hong confirmed the knot was secure, released her grip, nodded, and returned to sit on the straw mat. Sister Hong held a shard of broken mirror in her hand, its edge sharp, reflecting half of her face. She used her fingernail to scrape off smudges from the glass, meticulously combing the stray hairs on her forehead, her movements slow and deliberate, as if preparing for an important occasion. The light in the cage flickered, casting shifting reflections from the mirror onto the walls, intertwining with the shadows of the chains. "Stand here. Don't move," Sister Hong commanded, her eyes still fixed on her reflection. Zi Xuan stood rooted to the spot, her legs trembling violently. Standing for so long had weakened her knees, her calf muscles taut as stone, aching with the slightest shift. Her feet were submerged in the puddle, the rust on the shackles darkening as it leached into the icy water. The cold crept up her ankles, seeping through the holes in her uniform, chilling her to the bone, making her teeth chatter. Time crawled by. The cage was so silent one could hear the breathing of others. The flickering of the lights intensified, the crackle of electricity growing more rapid. A woman by the wall turned over, the straw mat rustling softly before falling silent again. Clearly, no one dared to pay attention to their situation. Zi Xuan's shoulders began to ache, as if bearing an invisible weight. Her arms hung limply at her sides, unable to swing naturally due to the handcuffs, her muscles stiff and painful. The skin on her wrists was raw from the handcuffs, the edges of the clasps digging into her flesh. Every slight movement brought a tearing pain, as if her skin would break open any second. Fine beads of sweat broke out on her back, mixing with her damp uniform, clinging cold and sticky to her skin. The fabric rubbed against the exposed skin of her shoulders through the holes, causing a raw ache, but she couldn't raise her hands to scratch. Her hair stuck to her sweaty forehead, obscuring her vision. She could only tilt her head slightly, letting her hair fall to the side of her cheek. At one point, her right leg cramped suddenly. Zi Xuan swayed, her knee instinctively bending to relieve the pain. Sister Hong's gaze snapped from the mirror, her eyes like knives slicing towards her. "I said don't move." Zi Xuan's body froze instantly, her knees forced to straighten. The cramp shot down her calf, as if a sinew was being brutally stretched. She gritted her teeth, letting the pain rage within her muscles. A coppery sweetness rose in her throat, which she swallowed down forcefully. Seeing her stillness, Sister Hong lowered her gaze back to the mirror shard, her fingernail scraping against its edge with a faint sound. The other women remained lying down, no one daring to make a sound, only the occasional clink of chains as someone shifted, quickly followed by silence. The light flickered, illuminating the sweat on Zi Xuan's face. Her lips were cracked and parted, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. Each inhale pulled at the rope around her waist, bringing a fresh wave of pain. The handcuffs on her wrists felt tighter, as if crushing her bones, her fingers already numb and losing sensation. The water in the puddle grew colder, the chill from the shackles seeping through her skin, making her legs tremble. She could feel the rust from the shackles clinging to her ankles, mixing with sweat to form a sticky paste that smeared against the hem of her uniform, leaving dark stains. After an unknown amount of time, Sister Hong finally put down the mirror shard and yawned. She looked up at Zi Xuan's still-erect figure, a mocking smile curving her lips. "Tired of standing?" she asked, feigning ignorance, but with no intention of letting her rest. She leaned back against the wall, closing her eyes as if dozing. Zi Xuan remained standing, her body numb, only the pain a clear reminder of her predicament. The lights continued to flicker, the shadows of the chains dancing on the floor. The silence in the cage was like a net, trapping her, rendering her immobile. After another indeterminate period, the sound of detective patrols echoed from outside the cell door. Sister Hong gave Zi Xuan a look, and the short-haired woman immediately untied the rope from her. Zi Xuan collapsed onto the floor, her body weak, deep red marks left on her wrists and waist. Thinking the torment was over, she was about to take a breath when Sister Hong threw another dirty garment at her. "Wash this clean." The garment was stained with large patches of grease and emitted a foul odor. The water from the faucet was still a trickle. Zi Xuan had to scrub it by hand, the grease proving stubborn. Her fingernails were filled with black grime. As she scrubbed, the handcuffs clinked together repeatedly. Her fingers were bleached white, her skin wrinkled like a sponge left in water for too long. The short-haired woman watched from the side, occasionally kicking Zi Xuan's shackles with her foot, urging her to hurry.

You sit on the sofa in the living room on a weekend afternoon, opening a custom service app on your phone. Various styles of attire appear on the screen. You swipe through the pages, finally selecting a white dress – the hemline falls above the knee, the neckline is trimmed with lace, paired with beige Mary Jane shoes and a pair of light-skinned pantyhose. Then, in the "Special Requests" field, you type: "Wear a mask upon arrival, with a gag inside. Choose white cotton underwear." After confirming the order, the app indicates that the service provider will arrive within 30 minutes. You get up and tidy the living room, arranging the cushions on the sofa and checking the doorbell by the entrance, ensuring you'll hear it promptly. The clock on the wall ticks, each second amplifying the sense of anticipation. Approximately 25 minutes later, the doorbell rings precisely on time. You quickly walk to the door and see a figure in a white dress through the peephole, wearing a black mask and carrying a canvas bag. You open the door. The person slightly lowers their head, their voice muffled by the mask, saying, "Hello, this is the service you ordered." You step aside to let them in. After closing the door, you point towards the sofa in the living room and say, "Come here first." They obediently walk to the side of the sofa and stand still, hands naturally at their sides, legs clad in pantyhose pressed together, standing upright. You walk in front of them, reach out, and gently pinch the edge of the mask, pulling it upwards. Beneath the mask, their lips are held open by a silver metal gag, its ends secured to the sides of their mouth, preventing them from closing it. They can only remain in an open-mouthed state. You check the position of the gag, ensuring it's secure, then lower the mask and lift the hem of their dress – white cotton underwear is clearly visible, matching your request. "Very good," you nod with satisfaction, taking a small ball of pantyhose from your pocket. You signal them to tilt their head back slightly, then insert the pantyhose ball into their mouth, perfectly filling the space opened by the gag. Their throat moves, as if trying to swallow, but they are blocked by the pantyhose and the gag, only able to emit faint "muffled" sounds. Next, you issue a command: "Crawl over here, crawl to the edge of the sofa." They hesitate for a moment, then slowly crouch down, placing their hands on the floor and their knees on the ground, and begin to crawl forward. The pantyhose on their knees rub against the floor. Midway through the crawl, you suddenly call out, "Stop. Get into a puppy's peeing pose and hold it for 5 seconds." They immediately stop moving, extend one leg straight back, and lean their body forward slightly, maintaining the pose. After 5 seconds, you tell them to continue crawling until they reach the edge of the sofa. "Stand up and sit on the sofa," you say, pointing to the middle of the sofa. They stand up, smooth out the wrinkled hem of their dress, and then carefully sit on the sofa, placing their hands on their thighs and keeping their body upright. You walk in front of them, staring into their eyes, "Open your legs and touch yourself." Their body visibly stiffens, their hands tremble slightly, and they don't move immediately, clearly not accustomed to this. Seeing this, you step forward, place your hands on their knees, and forcefully spread their legs apart until their knees are flat against the sofa. "Touch your underwear with your hands, do as I say." You grasp their wrist, guiding their hand to their underwear, then release your grip, letting them act on their own. Their fingers lightly touch their underwear, their movements awkward and stiff, yet their breathing gradually becomes rapid, their chest rising and falling slightly. While they are doing this, you turn and walk to the dining room, carrying a wooden chair to the dressing mirror in the living room. The chair is at a suitable height, allowing someone sitting on it to face the mirror. You adjust the chair's position, then walk back to the sofa and say, "Stop. Come and sit on the chair." They stop their movements, stand up, walk to the chair, and sit down, their legs hanging naturally towards the floor. You lift the mask from their face again, confirming the gag and pantyhose are still in place, then lower the mask. Next, you take out the pre-prepared hemp rope, walk behind them, tie their hands behind their back to the chair, wrapping the rope tightly around their wrists and tying a firm knot, ensuring they cannot break free. Then, you use another rope to wrap around their upper thighs, forming a crotch rope, securing their legs to the sides of the chair and restricting their leg movement. "Lift your legs and place them on the armrests of the chair," you command. They comply, placing each leg on one of the chair's armrests, their legs spread wide open, exposed to the air. You check the security of their legs, then use the rope to tie their ankles to the armrests, completely immobilizing their legs and preventing any movement. Finally, you take a pink vibrator from your pocket. The vibrator has a smooth surface and multiple adjustable settings. You turn on the vibrator, confirm it's working properly, and then secure it inside their underwear, adjusting its position to ensure a noticeable sensation. Once the vibrator is in place, you walk to the mirror, adjust the angle, allowing them to clearly see their pose and the vibrator's position in the mirror. "Hold this pose, don't move erratically," you say, standing about a meter away from the chair, your gaze fixed on their secured body. Your tone is devoid of unnecessary emotion, yet carries an unquestionable command. Their shoulders tense slightly, and the subtle trembling that was already present becomes more pronounced, causing the ropes tied around their wrists to sway gently, leaving faint friction marks on the chair back. Their breathing grows increasingly rapid, transitioning from shallow and quick to ragged gasps. Their chest rises and falls with each breath, stretching the neckline of the white dress slightly. The lace trim brushes against their neck, lightly grazing their skin with each movement. The muffled sounds from their throat become clearer, not sharp protests, but suppressed groans that escape through the gaps of the mask and gag, standing out in the quiet living room. Their eyes remain fixed on their reflection in the dressing mirror, pupils slightly constricted, a tide of nervousness surging in their gaze. They blink rapidly at times, their eyelashes fluttering as if to conceal their helplessness – the mirror clearly shows their spread legs, the ropes binding their body, and the pink vibrator inside their underwear, each element a stark reminder of their current predicament. The wooden armrests of the chair begin to shake slightly with their movements, not from forceful struggles, but from the involuntary twitches of their body. Sweat stains from their palms remain on the armrests; when you guided their hand to their underwear earlier, their palms had already started to sweat, and now the moisture drips from their fingertips onto the armrests, forming small wet patches. However, no matter how they move, the ropes tied around their ankles and upper thighs hold firm, keeping their legs completely spread, preventing their knees from drawing even slightly inward. They can only endure the tremors of their body transmitting to the armrests, causing the chair to emit faint creaking sounds, but changing nothing of their current situation. The vibrator's vibrations are continuous, its pink casing pressed against their underwear, gently pulsing with the increasing frequency. The pantyhose material is thin and clings tightly to their skin, amplifying the sensation of vibration manifold. Each pulse travels through their skin to every part of their body, causing their body to occasionally convulse violently. Their toes curl tightly within the pantyhose, even deforming the tips of the Mary Jane shoes. They try to alleviate the sensation by tensing their muscles, but the stiffness of their muscles only makes the sensations from the vibration more acute, forcing them to endure each transmitted stimulus. You turn and walk to the sofa, sitting down. Your fingertip still holds the vibrator's remote control, your gaze never leaving them. After observing for about three minutes, you gently press a button on the remote, increasing the vibrator's setting by one level. The vibration frequency instantly accelerates, their body jolts violently, their muffled cries suddenly escalate, and their breathing becomes more chaotic. The rise and fall of their chest becomes much more pronounced, as if they are struggling to catch their breath. You watch the change in their complexion, observing as the skin, initially only faintly flushed, gradually deepens in color, spreading from their cheeks to the tips of their ears, even their neck taking on a faint pink hue. Sweat begins to seep from their forehead faster, flowing down their temples. As it passes their cheeks, a few drops land on the chair's armrests, merging with the previous wet patches to form larger areas. Some sweat trickles down their jawline, dripping onto the white dress on their chest, forming small dark spots that continue to expand with the rise and fall of their breathing. Their legs, held in the spread position for an extended period, are beginning to show signs of stiffness. They occasionally try to move their ankles slightly, but this only causes the ropes tied to them to tighten, bringing a subtle pain and adding another layer to their discomfort.

By the villa's backyard pool, the sun was blinding, and the water shimmered. Mr. Zhang held a black K9 harness set and tossed it onto the grass in front of Zi Xuan. The set included a leather chest harness, forearm and upper arm restraints, thigh and calf bondage straps, a black gag, and a red leather collar. He then pulled a palm-sized black vibrator from his pocket. "Before you put this on, put this inside your underwear. Don't even think about taking it out secretly." Zi Xuan's body stiffened slightly, but she didn't object. She picked up the vibrator and the K9 set and walked to the nearby umbrella to start dressing. She first set the vibrator to its lowest setting and carefully placed it inside her snug underwear. The silicone tip pressed against her skin, and a faint "buzzing" sound transmitted through her body, bringing a tingling sensation. Next, she put on the K9 harness. The leather material felt cool against her skin, and when buckled, it tightly encased her upper body, restricting her breathing. Meanwhile, the vibrator in her underwear continued to work, the tingling sensation intertwining with the tightness of the harness, making her involuntarily tense up. Then came the forearm and upper arm restraints. She had to bend her forearms and press them against her inner upper arms before securely binding them with the straps. The buckle clicked shut with a crisp sound, instantly rendering her arms immobile. They could only remain in a bent, folded position, making even lifting them difficult. During this, she subconsciously tried to adjust the vibrator in her underwear, but due to her restricted arm movement, her fingertips could barely reach her waist, let alone the vibrator. She could only let the tingling sensation spread through her body. Gritting her teeth, she continued with the thigh and calf bondage straps, bending her calves upwards to meet her thighs and securing them with the straps. This action pulled her leg muscles taut and caused the vibrator in her underwear to shift slightly, pressing the silicone tip more firmly. The tingling sensation intensified, and her breathing quickened involuntarily. She forced herself to suppress any obvious trembling. Once the binding was complete, her legs could only remain in a semi-crouched, folded position, requiring external support to stand normally. The vibration within her body felt like an invisible thread, constantly drawing her attention. Finally, she picked up the red leather collar and fastened it around her neck. The padding on the inside of the collar slightly eased the tightness, but she could still clearly feel the weight of the metal buckle. The gag was the last step. She opened her mouth and inserted the silicone gag, then secured it with the leather straps around her head. The gag blocked her mouth, forcing her to breathe through her nose and making speech impossible. The vibrator in her underwear continued to buzz, the tingling sensation waxing and waning with her breaths, causing a faint blush to creep onto her cheeks. Once fully dressed, Zi Xuan's body was almost completely restrained. Her arms were bound to her sides, her legs were folded and unable to straighten, and the vibrator in her underwear continued to provide a tingling sensation. She could only crouch on the ground like an animal. Every movement pulled at the restraints and caused the vibrator to shift slightly, bringing more intense stimulation. The tight ache and the tingling sensation intertwined, making her extremely uncomfortable. She looked up at Mr. Zhang, a hint of pleading in her eyes, but only received his indifferent response: "Now, crawl into the pool yourself. If you try anything funny, I'll turn the vibrator to the highest setting." Zi Xuan lay on the grass and began to slowly move towards the edge of the pool. With her arms and legs bound, she could only rely on the strength of her abdomen and waist to inch forward. Her stomach rubbed against the rough grass, causing a burning pain. The vibrator in her underwear continuously rubbed against her skin with her movements, intensifying the tingling sensation. Sweat trickled down her forehead, soaking the strands of hair at her temples and dripping onto the grass, quickly evaporating into small water stains. Finally reaching the edge of the pool, her body was drenched in sweat. The leather K9 harness stuck to her skin, feeling unpleasantly clammy. The vibrator in her underwear was still working, its tingling sensation almost overpowering the soreness in her body. Mr. Zhang stood beside her, watching her, and gently kicked her back with his foot. "Get in. Don't waste time." As he spoke, he took out a remote control from his pocket and pressed a button. The vibrator in her underwear instantly increased its intensity, turning the tingling into a strong stimulation. Zi Xuan lost her balance and fell into the pool with a splash. The cold pool water instantly engulfed her, making her cough violently. However, due to the gag, only muffled "woos" escaped her lips. What made it worse was that the water made the vibrator in her underwear even more sensitive. The stimulation became acutely clear through the damp fabric, creating a stark contrast with the cold water and causing her body to tremble uncontrollably. She struggled to surface, but her bound arms and legs prevented her from swimming normally. She could only twist her body to painstakingly lift her head out of the water, gasping for air. The vibrator's stimulation continued, making her breathing increasingly rapid. "Swim 400 meters doggy style. Not a meter less," Mr. Zhang's voice came from the edge of the pool, laced with amusement. He pressed the remote again, increasing the vibrator's intensity. "If you stop midway, I'll keep it at this level the whole time." Zi Xuan's body trembled even more violently in the water. The cold water numbed her skin, and the K9 harness, now heavy with water, constantly pulled her down, increasing her sinking speed. The high-intensity vibration from her underwear almost made her lose control. She knew there was no turning back and adjusted her position, attempting to swim forward in a doggy-paddle motion. A normal doggy paddle requires coordinated arm strokes and leg kicks. However, her arms were bound to her sides, forcing her to rely on shoulder movements to propel her body. Her legs were folded and bound, unable to kick, so she had to use her waist to twist her body, moving slowly forward in the water. Every meter forward required immense effort. Her lower back muscles quickly began to ache, and her shoulders became numb from the continuous swaying. The vibrator in her underwear continued its stimulation, causing her consciousness to blur, and she could only move forward instinctively. Pool water constantly rushed into her nose and mouth. Although the gag blocked most of it, a small amount still trickled down her throat, causing a stinging sensation. Her breathing grew more rapid, her nostrils filled with the smell of chlorine. The stimulation from the vibrator, the cold of the pool, and the soreness of her body combined, making her want to cough, but she could only suppress it and continue to twist her body forward. Mr. Zhang stood by the pool, holding a stopwatch and the remote, occasionally reminding her, "300 meters left, don't slow down." He would then lightly press the remote, subtly changing the vibrator's frequency for a more disorienting stimulation. "You're already over time, faster." Zi Xuan's consciousness grew hazier, and her fatigue intensified. The cold water and the restraints made her want to give up, but the continuous vibration in her underwear reminded her that stopping would only make things worse. She gritted her teeth and continued to persevere.

"How's your reflection going? Do you know what you did wrong?" I walked into the bathroom, holding a leather leash. One end had a metal clasp that fit perfectly into the collar around her neck. Zixuan nodded, emitting a muffled "Mm" from her mouth. I'd stuffed a silicone gag in there earlier to prevent her from talking back, leaving her only able to make simple monosyllabic sounds. I crouched down and untied the rope binding her wrists, but left her ankles bound. Instead, I clipped the leash to her collar and tugged. "Come on, I'm taking you to the living room. It's time you learned what 'obedience' means." Zixuan followed me out of the bathroom obediently. The rope around her ankles made her walk a bit unevenly, forcing her to take small steps. The leash's length restricted her distance, preventing her from straying too far from me. The lights in the living room were already on, casting a bright glow. In the center of the floor lay a silver H-shaped restraint, made of metal with adjustable buckles in the middle, designed to hold the hands and feet in a straightened position, rendering the body immobile. "Stand by the restraint and put your hands and feet in," I released the leash and pointed to the device on the floor. Zixuan didn't hesitate. She walked over and first placed her hands into the metal rings on either side, then her feet. I walked over, adjusted the tightness of the restraint, and pressed the buckles. With a few clicks, her limbs were securely fixed, leaving her only able to stand, unable to bend even slightly. Her body tensed slightly, clearly unaccustomed to being so completely restrained, but she dared not resist, simply standing there obediently. "Last time you were disobedient, you knocked things over and talked back. Today, I'm going to teach you a proper lesson, to remind you of a maid's place." I picked up a leather paddle from beside the sofa. It wasn't large, but it was certainly enough to deliver a sharp sting. I walked behind Zixuan. Her maid outfit had a very short skirt, exposing most of her buttocks, which were fair-skinned and unmarked. "Are you ready? After each strike, you will say 'I was wrong.' If you don't, I'll add ten more." Zixuan's body trembled, but she still nodded. I raised the paddle and brought it down for the first strike. "Slap!" The crisp sound echoed in the living room. A faint red mark immediately appeared on her buttocks. Zixuan let out a muffled grunt but remained silent. I frowned, raised the paddle again, this time with more force. "Say 'I was wrong.'" "I... I was wrong." Her voice, muffled by the gag, was somewhat indistinct, but clearly audible. I continued to swing the paddle, each strike landing on a different spot, the force controlled just enough to make her feel the pain without causing serious injury. The faint red marks gradually deepened to a dark crimson, covering her entire backside. Her breathing grew more rapid, her body trembling from the pain, yet she consistently followed my instruction, saying "I was wrong" after each strike, offering no further resistance. After about fifty strikes, I put down the paddle and looked at her reddened buttocks. The anger in my heart gradually subsided. I didn't really want to be so harsh with her, but she always made small mistakes and wouldn't remember if I didn't discipline her. However, anger subsiding didn't mean the punishment was over; she had to thoroughly remember this lesson. "It's good that you know you were wrong, but the punishment isn't over. There's something more memorable coming next." I walked to the sofa and picked up a black stun gun with multiple setting buttons and two metal electrode pads. Then I took out a vibrator, the same model as before, but with higher settings. I unlocked Zixuan's wrist and ankle restraints, but didn't remove them completely. Instead, I adjusted their angle so she could bend over and lie on the sofa, her hands and feet still secured to the armrests, unable to move. I placed the stun gun's electrodes on her lower back and secured them with tape. Then I turned it on, setting it to the lowest level. A mild current instantly coursed through her skin. Zixuan let out a muffled groan, her fingers clenching the sofa fabric, unable to evade. I slowly increased the setting, the current growing stronger. Her body trembled more violently, her breathing became ragged, and the skin on her lower back began to redden from the electrical stimulation. After about ten minutes, I turned off the stun gun and removed the electrodes. Then I took out the vibrator. "You should be familiar with this. You experienced it by the pool last time. This time, you'll feel a higher setting." Disregarding her slight struggles, I placed the vibrator inside her panties and turned it on, setting it immediately to the highest level. An intense vibration shot through her. Zixuan's body convulsed violently, and she let out muffled whimpers, but with her hands and feet fixed, she had no way to relieve herself. I sat on a single sofa nearby, watching her reaction. Her back was tense from nervousness, the fabric of her maid outfit clinging to her skin, soaked with sweat. Her breathing grew increasingly rapid, and her body's trembling didn't stop. The "buzzing" of the vibrator continued for about fifteen minutes before I turned it off, preparing to remove it. Just then, I noticed a distinct wet patch on her panties, not large, but very clear. I couldn't help but chuckle. "I didn't expect you to be so weak. Already wet? It seems you've remembered this lesson very clearly." Zixuan's cheeks instantly flushed crimson. She lowered her head further, not daring to look at me. Her body stopped trembling, only slight undulations remaining, clearly from embarrassment and confusion. I didn't tease her further. Instead, I unlocked her hand and ankle restraints, but still didn't remove the collar from her neck or the gag from her mouth. "Today's punishment ends here. If you're disobedient again next time, it won't be this simple. Now, go clean the living room, then go back to your room and stay there. You're not allowed out without my permission." Zixuan nodded and struggled to stand up from the sofa. Her legs felt a bit numb from being restrained for so long, and she still walked with a slight wobble. She picked up the broom from the corner and began to sweep the living room in silence. The wet spot on her panties was still there, but she could only pretend not to see it and diligently do her task. She had truly learned her lesson this time and would never dare to be disobedient again. I sat on the sofa, watching her busy silhouette. The anger in my heart had completely disappeared, leaving only a trace of amused helplessness. It seemed this "correct usage" was indeed effective for her.

Chen Yan smiled and picked up another roll of rope, starting to bind her arms. Instead of binding her arms behind her back as Zi Xuan had worried, she first had Zi Xuan bend her arms, bringing her elbows close to her sides. Then, she used the rope to secure her forearms to her upper arms, tying the knot on the inside of her arms to avoid chafing her skin. "The 'dog-tie' arm binding needs to balance stability and flexibility. Binding them bent like this will make it easier to support your weight when you're on all fours later." Next came the leg binding. Chen Yan had Zi Xuan slightly bend her knees, bringing her calves up to a certain angle with her thighs, then used rope to wrap around her knees, securing her calves to her thighs. The ends of the rope were connected to the kote-kote-shibari at her waist, forming a complete system of support. Zi Xuan tried moving her legs and could feel a distinct sense of restraint, yet she wasn't completely immobilized, just enough to support her body in a quadrupedal position. "Put on the high heels," Chen Yan said, handing over a pair of black stiletto sandals that Zi Xuan had specifically brought. "We'll secure them to your feet later to prevent them from slipping off when you move." Zi Xuan slipped on the heels, and Chen Yan used a thinner cotton rope to tie her ankles to the heels. The rope was wrapped neatly, not rubbing against her ankle skin. Finally, Chen Yan took out a black leather collar. She helped Zi Xuan put it on, adjusting the tightness. "This collar is purely decorative and won't be uncomfortably tight. We'll connect it to a leash later, which will make it easier to guide your movements." The moment the collar was on, a strange sense of ritual washed over Zi Xuan. The physical restraint combined with the weight of the collar pushed her completely into the role of the "experiencer." With everything prepared, Chen Yan picked up a silver chain. One end was attached to Zi Xuan's collar, and the other was held in her hand. She gave it a gentle tug. "Try getting on all fours. Let's get familiar with the movements first." Zi Xuan obediently lowered her body, her knees and palms touching the soft, non-slip mat. The bindings on her arms and legs provided just enough support for her weight, and the heels of her shoes touched the ground, maintaining her balance. Chen Yan, holding the leash, slowly walked to the side of the sofa and stopped. "Since this is a dog-tie experience, let's start by serving the 'master.' Lick the soles of my high heels clean. Consider it today's warm-up." She gestured with her finger towards her white sneakers, the soles of which had a bit of dust on them. Zi Xuan's body stiffened slightly, a flicker of reluctance rising within her. She had initially thought the dog-tie experience would only involve positional restraint and guidance of movement, not something like this. But looking at her securely bound body and recalling their prior agreement of "no harm to the body," she hesitated. After a moment, she slowly lowered her head and leaned closer to Chen Yan's sneakers. The dust on the soles carried a faint earthy scent. The act of licking made her feel a little awkward, but not as repulsive as she had imagined. She tried her best to clean every corner of the sole, from toe to heel, stopping only when Chen Yan said, "That's enough." When she looked up, she saw no mockery on Chen Yan's face, but rather a serious expression. "This is just part of the experience. If you feel uncomfortable at any point, you can say the safe word." Zi Xuan shook her head, indicating she was fine. Chen Yan nodded, turned, and took a horse bit and a nose hook from a shelf. The bit was made of silicone and was not large, and the nose hook was also very light. "Now that the warm-up is over, let's move on to the next part. Wearing this will help you focus more on your body's sensations, and we'll use the nose hook to lift your head slightly, maintaining the correct posture." Zi Xuan obediently opened her mouth, allowing Chen Yan to place the bit inside. The strap was secured behind her head. The bit filled her mouth, but didn't impede her breathing. The nose hook clipped onto her nose bridge, connected to the bit by a thin chain. A slight upward pull kept her head tilted slightly upwards. This position gave her a wider field of vision and allowed her to receive Chen Yan's instructions more clearly. "Now, let's go for a walk. Follow my rhythm." Chen Yan, holding the leash, slowly walked around the room. Zi Xuan, on all fours, followed behind her. At first, her movements were stiff. The bindings on her arms and legs made her gait uncoordinated, and the heels of her shoes occasionally scraped against the mat, making a faint sound. Chen Yan didn't rush her, simply using the leash to adjust her pace and occasionally offering reminders: "Lift your knees a bit higher, and land your feet more lightly." After two laps, Zi Xuan gradually found her rhythm. Her limb movements became more fluid, and the leash's pull and her steps developed a tacit understanding. Each tug accurately conveyed changes in direction. Chen Yan stopped and pointed to her legs. "Try crawling through here. Be careful not to touch my legs." She spread her legs apart, creating a small space. Zi Xuan took a deep breath, lowered her body, and carefully crawled through Chen Yan's legs, her movements surprisingly agile for someone bound. "Good, a little faster," Chen Yan said, picking up a soft leather whip from the side. The end of the whip was made of plush material, designed not to cause pain but only a light sensation. As Zi Xuan crawled through again, her movement was slightly delayed, and the whip landed on her buttocks, bringing a fleeting, ticklish sensation. She instinctively sped up, and this time completed the action successfully without being touched by the whip. For the next hour, Chen Yan led Zi Xuan through a series of exercises: circling a chair, stepping over low obstacles, and moving quickly within designated areas. The light touch of the whip became a signal for adjustment. Each time she was touched, Zi Xuan immediately understood her shortcomings and adjusted her posture and speed. Gradually, she no longer needed as many reminders from Chen Yan. The pull of the leash and the touch of the whip allowed her to react accurately, and their默契 (mòqì - tacit understanding) grew stronger.