Tight Bondage Practitioner - The Road to Rope Modeling

"So tight..." This 20-year-old girl is experiencing her first bondage session. Her rope master is a highly experienced man in his early thirties. The girl's name is Pan Li. She didn't have many aspirations for bondage; she just heard that being a rope model was quick money and had a low barrier to entry. That's why she joined this rope master's rope model training class and became an apprentice. There were several others in her cohort who were also training as bondage trainees, but today was Pan Li's first time being tested, so the rope master had her experience it alone. When the rope master tied Pan Li's hands behind her back, crossing them, and bound the rope around her wrists, Pan Li couldn't help but cry out. She didn't know why she cried out. Was this what the rope master had told her when he first saw her, something called "talent"? "Mmmph... I won't do it!!" Pan Li was suspended from the beam in a "four-horse chariot" position, wriggling her body and crying. He Lu, watching from the side, had already lowered her head, too lazy to pay attention. Even the rope master couldn't help but chuckle. Of course, Hong Dou was only looking up at Pan Li from below... "Idiot, you're blaming me? What kind of luck is this?" He Lu was helpless and simply pushed Pan Li, making her swing like a pendulum. "If I don't mess with you, I won't be able to vent my anger!" "How can this be! A tie-down competition and then this suspension..." Pan Li was almost crying. Seeing Hong Dou slowly crawling towards the door, Pan Li could only admit defeat. "Silly child, 50 slips, and you drew the 'four-horse chariot' on your first try. Who can you blame?" The rope master immediately declared the competition over, lowered Pan Li, and simultaneously released Hong Dou from all her restraints... "Alright, let's all go take a bath first. I'll prepare something delicious for you later." "Sigh..." In another part of the city, a slender lady with curly blonde hair and large, watery eyes. She opened her mouth, a stick-shaped gag held between her teeth, silver saliva dripping slowly to the floor. This girl was wearing only a black bodysuit. Her hands were tied high behind her back, her body bent, and her legs crossed, her ankles bound to a specially made hook on the floor. She could do nothing but sway in place. Beneath her, the rope deeply inserted into her body exerted considerable pressure. It was unknown how long she had been hanging there alone. This position was extremely uncomfortable, her legs already weak, unable to support her weight. If the ropes binding her weren't also suspending her from the ceiling, relieving some of the burden on her hands, she would have collapsed long ago. Large beads of sweat dripped down. Her eyes held a hint of delirium, and her numb hands were her greatest burden. Finally, the door in front of her opened. Seeing the man enter, the girl showed no expression, only tilting her head and staring at him with her eyes. "Sis, it's time," the man said, stroking her head and untying her hands. "Let's start the next exercise." With that, the girl, referred to as his sister, was untied from the ceiling and the floor hook. Bound as she was, she was slung over his shoulder and carried out of the room. This was a duplex apartment on the top floor, and she had previously been tied up on the highest level. Now, the man carried her to the independent rooftop. The building was about 30 stories high. Duplexes had their own private terraces, and from this vicinity, except for aerial views, it was impossible to see them, making it an excellent private space. The rooftop was designed to feel like a small garden. In the center was a sturdy wooden tea table. The man tossed the girl onto the table, arching her legs and connecting her hands and feet. This positioned her on the table in a "four-horse galloping" pose. The man removed the gag and wiped the silver saliva from the corner of her mouth. "Cough... cough..." "Sis, why are you putting yourself through this to participate in that release competition?" the man asked, tying a cloth strip from his pocket over her eyes. "Look at you, always having me tie you up at home. Don't you get tired?" "Stop the nonsense! I just