Rose Rope Bond Part 1: Rebirth Episode 0160

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Rebirth (Part 1)
Preface
This is an original sadomasochistic novel. It is entirely fictional. If there is any resemblance to any person or event, it is purely coincidental. Please forgive me.
(Part 1) Sudden Change (1)
That year I was twenty-nine years old and I had a happy family. My wife was two years younger than me. We had two children, a boy and a girl. The boy was eight years old and studying at university; the girl was six years old and had just been admitted to a key university in the city. My wife was beautiful, virtuous, and very considerate to me. I was also born with delicate features. People who knew me said that I had a woman's face. When we were young and newly married, my wife wanted to take a wedding photo with me in drag. She made me up, dressed me in a wedding dress, and put on a wig. She dressed herself in a suit and acted as the groom. My wife was a tall woman and about the same height as me, both of us being 1.68 meters tall. After the photo was enlarged, my wife looked at it carefully and compared it repeatedly with an original wedding photo of herself dressed as a bride. With a woman's characteristic jealousy, she said, "If you were a woman, you'd be even prettier than me." As a result, our two children are also very good-looking, and everyone compliments them. My wife and I are deeply in love, and our family is harmonious. We have a cheerful disposition; even when we encounter difficulties in life or setbacks in business, we laugh it off. Furthermore, we have no bad habits, maintain a regular lifestyle, eat in moderation, and regularly take natural health supplements scientifically. Therefore, even though we are almost thirty, we look like we are only in our twenties. When we are with our children, people who don't know the situation might mistake us for siblings.
I left my job at twenty to start my own company. Previously, I was in charge of the export business of health supplements, so I became familiar with the business, understanding the production areas, purchasing, and all aspects of production. Coupled with my good reputation, the business has been very successful for nearly ten years, and I have accumulated considerable capital. Everything has gone smoothly. My daughter is in university and is completely independent. My wife had a lot of free time at home, so I discussed with her handing over the existing business to her, with her acting as the legal representative and managing the company, while I focused on developing new natural health products. She knew that developing new natural health products would require long-term business trips, often to relatively underdeveloped mountainous areas with weak legal systems and strong organized crime, posing a certain risk. Therefore, she believed that maintaining the existing business was sufficient and there was no need to take risks. I, however, had been doing business for many years and had a good understanding of the outside world. After decades of development, the country was now very wealthy. Even in the most underdeveloped areas, no one went hungry, and there were no bandits. People were now most concerned with health and longevity, and the health products we dealt in were the hottest commodities, rapidly evolving, and fiercely competitive both domestically and internationally. If we didn't move forward, we would fall behind; clinging to the existing products would lead nowhere. Furthermore, people need goals in life, otherwise life loses its meaning. She knew I was a highly ambitious and driven person, and ultimately agreed to my suggestion.
In less than a year, I had innovated seven or eight new products. Among them, those made from traditional natural materials received the best market response. I've been away from home almost every year, mainly communicating with my family via the internet. She's also incredibly busy at home, a far cry from her usual role as a simple housewife. She has little energy to check on me, rarely calls, and doesn't inquire about my daily life. I've essentially returned to bachelorhood, and I've discovered that she's not only a wonderful housewife but also a successful businesswoman.
Once, I heard about a fruit called "longevity fruit" growing in the mountains of a certain province. Locals who eat it are said to be healthy throughout their lives; centenarians are common, and they are all sharp-witted and sharp-eared. The city also has high-level life science research institutions and hospitals, making it ideal for developing this health product. However, this place is deep inland, thousands of miles from home, with poor communication and difficulty contacting my family. I only contact them when I run out of money, transferring funds to my temporary bank account. Therefore, I worked day and night to produce the product as quickly as possible. Finally, after two months, I developed the first batch of extract. I felt great after taking it; my skin felt tighter, smoother, and more refined. I was preparing to take the nearly 1000 grams of samples home to develop the product when something unexpected happened.
Shortly after arriving, I noticed someone was following me. I thought to myself, I have no acquaintances in the area, no conflicts with anyone, and not much money on me; they have no use for a bookworm like me. Only once did the locals cause me a little trouble. One time, at a hotel, a man who looked like a local health and epidemic prevention official, led by the hotel owner, came to my room and told me to go to the hospital for a medical checkup. He claimed that a contagious disease was spreading from another region, and to prevent it from affecting the city, all visitors had to undergo a checkup. He took me to the hospital, ordered me to pay a fee, and conducted a comprehensive examination, from blood tests to a CT scan. He told me to come back at 10:00 AM the next day to pick up the results. The next morning, I had an urgent matter to attend to and arrived at the hospital at 8:00 AM, hoping to get the results quickly. When I got to the examination office, I saw two young men sitting on the sofa in front of the doctor wearing a 'Chief' badge. They were two of the people who had been following me. I quickly slipped away so they wouldn't see me. I glanced inside again and saw the director holding a medical examination form numbered nine, talking to them. Noticing someone looking around, the director walked to the door, closed it, and locked it. I pressed my ear against the door, eavesdropping.
"Is this person's physique significantly different from the data we brought?" one of the two young men asked.
"There are definitely differences; it's impossible for two people to be exactly the same," the director replied. "But this person's test results are different from the thousands we've searched for over the years. They match your data the most, meaning the rejection rate is very low, almost like identical twins. With current technology, we can easily confirm it with a few simple technical measures. Unfortunately, this person has a tendency to form keloids, so we need to be more careful in that regard. This is a minor issue with current technology. In short, this person's data is very valuable."
"How is this person's health?"
"Basically, very healthy. The downside is that he's older, more than twenty years older. However, this is the prime of a man's life, and a large age difference between men and women means healthy and intelligent offspring."
"Thank you then."
"It's too early to thank me. But you've finally completed your most difficult task. Congratulations! The boss will reward you; don't forget to treat the brothers."
"Then we'll take our leave. The boss is eagerly awaiting news."
"Tell the boss the results just came out, go through the back door, the patient's coming soon."
I overheard them talking, feeling a bit confused. The examination room opened at 9:50, but the head doctor was gone. A staff member handed me the form. I looked at the results; no abnormalities were found, which relieved me. I glanced at the number and saw it was number nine; the same one the head doctor had. A little strange, but I was in a hurry and didn't think much of it. Just then, a taxi stopped at the hospital entrance, so I jumped in, rushed to the hotel, packed my luggage, and prepared to leave. At that moment, the hotel owner came in and asked me with concern about the examination. I put down my luggage and asked him to sit down. Seeing me sweating profusely, he said,
"When you're traveling, you can't be too hasty."
He poured me a glass of water from his bottle and told me to go to the restroom to wash my face, wipe my sweat, and drink some water. He went to process my check-out. I gave him my hotel card and room fee, and he left. I washed my face in the restroom and quickly packed my luggage. The water in my cup had gone cold. I had been busy all morning and hadn't had a drink, so I gulped it down. While drinking, I noticed the water tasted a bit strange. As soon as I put the cup down, the hotel owner came in, handed me the receipt, and escorted me to the front door. The taxi that had brought me there was still there. I said goodbye to the hotel owner, got into the car, and drove off. I told the driver I was going to the bus station, and the car started moving. A minute later, I felt nauseous and dizzy. Then I became so drowsy that I couldn't open my eyes. Suddenly, with a loud bang, my body jolted, and I lurched forward, hitting a wet towel on the back of the seat in front of me. I immediately realized I had been in a car accident, and then I knew nothing more.
(II) Ward (2)
I don't know how much time passed before I slowly woke up. Opening my eyes, I saw only white. It was a hospital room. The walls, the bed, the sheets—everything was white. The room was filled with various white medical equipment. Touching myself, I found that except for my limbs, my entire body was wrapped in white bandages. My head, neck, and especially my chest, abdomen, and lower body were in excruciating pain. An IV drip was still attached to my left arm. My mind was blank. Where was I? Gradually, things started to fall together. Ah, I took a taxi to the bus station and was in a car accident. Thinking of this, my head spun again, and I fell asleep again. When I woke up again, I found many people in white coats standing in front of my bed. I was much more awake now. I wanted to speak, but my throat hurt, and I couldn't make a sound. They seemed to be doctors. I heard them discussing how this person's condition was better than that person's; their temperature had returned to normal. This meant the rejection reaction had subsided, and there was no inflammation. A doctor looked at my face and said happily,
"Look, he's awake."
At that moment, an older doctor came up, checked my eyelids, and said,
"Very good, everything is normal. Note that the room must be strictly disinfected. Unauthorized personnel are strictly prohibited from entering or leaving. The patient must strictly fast for seven days, and is prohibited from drinking water or speaking. All nutrients will be administered intravenously. Nurses will be on duty 24 hours a day, and the equipment will monitor the situation 24 hours a day. Any abnormalities must be reported immediately. These seven days are crucial for post-operative care."
For the next seven days, I alternated between unconsciousness and wakefulness. The pain throughout my body gradually lessened, and my sleep schedule gradually returned to normal. I could sleep at night and was very alert during the day. However, I couldn't speak. On the eighth day, the nurses moved me out of the special care ward to a single room. The room had no equipment, but a television. I began to eat liquids. At ten o'clock in the morning, many doctors arrived, and the nurses removed all the bandages. They carefully examined the incision; it was healing very well. They applied some ointment to the incision; they said it was a new biological agent that effectively prevented scarring. Six months later, the surgical scar had almost completely disappeared. The bandages covering my entire body were replaced, and the urinary catheter in my lower body was replaced as well. While changing the bandages, the nurse washed and cleaned my entire body, which made me feel much more comfortable. In the afternoon, accompanied by the resident doctor, a traffic police officer and an insurance company employee came to explain the situation to me. The traffic police official said,
“Fifteen days ago, the taxi I was riding in collided with another speeding car. Before the collision, the taxi swerved sharply to the left to avoid a collision, but failed to avoid it. The car was traveling too fast and struck the rear of the taxi, injuring you. Thanks to timely medical attention, you underwent surgery at the hospital and survived. Because the driver of the other car was driving in the wrong lane and violated traffic rules, they bear full responsibility for the accident.”
An insurance company employee continued,
“Both vehicles are insured, and all your hospitalization expenses will be covered by the insurance company. However, after recovery, according to the insurance contract, they will not cover subsequent rehabilitation medical expenses. But the insurance company will provide certain financial compensation according to the contract. The expenses that the insurance company is responsible for are entrusted to the hospital for management and use.”
Finally, the attending physician described my injuries, saying:
"You suffered severe lacerations to your head, neck, chest, abdomen, and lower body, especially your chest and abdomen. The lacerations extended to your chest and abdominal cavity, and your penis and testicles were completely crushed and cannot be repaired; they had to be removed. You may not be able to have sexual intercourse in the future. Your trachea was torn and repaired; you will only be able to speak after your nerves have fully recovered. There was massive bleeding; without timely rescue and advanced medical technology, you would have died long ago."
The doctor continued,
"My surgery lasted twenty-six hours, and I received two-quarters of my own blood volume in transfusions. Of course, most of the blood was recovered from my lost blood, purified, and then returned to my body. You will experience discomfort for a long time after the surgery. But once the nerves heal and reconnect, the discomfort will disappear."
The traffic policeman then handed me a package, saying,
"These are your belongings; please check them."
The doctor concluded by saying:
"Your treatment is in its later stages, and everything is going smoothly. However, your rehabilitation is crucial, as it will affect your future quality of life. After treatment, avoid strenuous activity, limit travel by car to no more than one hour, and walking to no more than one kilometer to prevent the internal and external incisions from reopening and posing a life-threatening risk. Of course, with a period of rehabilitation, you can fully recover to your pre-accident condition."
Listening to the doctor's explanation, especially after losing my genitals, I felt deeply saddened. I had many questions I wanted to ask, but I couldn't utter a sound. After they finished explaining, they told me to rest and recover. They said goodbye and left. I opened my luggage; all my belongings were there. Seeing the bottle of longevity fruit extract, I thought, I must first enjoy the fruits of my labor, which I had almost paid for with my life. So I took it regularly every day. Two days later, the bandages were completely removed, and the hospital moved me to a double room. Besides applying ointment to the incision daily, I received no other treatment. I think the longevity fruit and the ointment worked together; the incision healed quickly, becoming completely the same color as the surrounding skin, except for being slightly lighter in color. Even the doctors and nurses considered it a miracle. My chest was originally numb and had no feeling. Gradually, I developed a needle-like pain. The two loose lumps of flesh in my breast area also started to feel hot and cold. But I thought my breasts were bigger than before the car accident, and I pointed it out to the doctor. They thought it was because of the large amount of hormones used during the surgery and that they would shrink back to their original size after the surgery. Two days later, the catheter was removed. The nurse told me to learn to squat down to urinate. At first, I was very uncomfortable, but later I got used to it. The patient in my room was a young man who had also been hospitalized after a car accident. His family seemed to be very powerful. Many people came to see him every day. His father was the owner of a large private company in the area and seemed very enthusiastic.

Dilemma (3)
After eight months of hospitalization, the hospital told me that I had run out of money and asked me to find a way to raise more, otherwise the rehabilitation treatment would be interrupted. The attending physician told me,
"You're currently in a critical recovery period and need two more months of treatment. Discharging now will definitely have adverse consequences. The treatment cost will be at least 50,000 yuan."
I gave the hospital all the cash I had left, a little over 6,000 yuan, to maintain the treatment; I'll find another way to pay the rest. I didn't want to tell my family about my current situation; it would be too much of a blow to them. I was so anxious about how to raise so much money. Seeing my situation, the father of the patient in the next bed offered to help. He vouched for me at the hospital and said he would temporarily cover the costs, for which I was very grateful.
Two more months passed, and my recovery was excellent. Unless you looked very closely, you could hardly see the surgical scars. I was also gradually able to exercise outdoors. The doctors said my recovery had exceeded their expectations, but I knew that my body was still very weak, unlike before the accident. My limbs were weak, and my waist had become much thinner; it used to be 24 inches, but after the surgery it was less than 18 inches. My old pants were too big at the waist, and I had to re-eye my belt to tighten them. But my chest had actually gotten bigger, especially my breasts, which were much larger than before. Unlike before, when my body was all muscle, now it's all soft, flabby fat. My abdomen, in particular, has been aching for the past four months, and I've been experiencing a constant flow of yellow fluid from my newly opened urethra, followed by bleeding for the past few days. It flares up every twenty days or so, with breast swelling and pain so intense I can't even touch them. I'm terrified. I don't dare tell the doctor, fearing it will cost more money; I'm already in debt. Fortunately, my temperature is normal, so I figured it wouldn't be too dangerous. After two or five days, it really did subside. And with each flare-up, I noticed my breasts were getting bigger; the nipples, instead of shrinking, were getting larger, firmer, and darker. After four months of this, my breasts were larger than those of a normal woman, making me afraid to wear light clothing in front of others. I get bandages from the hospital and bind my breasts tightly to try and flatten my chest as much as possible. My neck incision has completely healed. There are no mirrors in the ward, so I don't know how well it's healing, but it feels very smooth to the touch. My protruding Adam's apple is gone; it was probably removed during surgery. My neck feels much thinner than before. Once, I borrowed a soft measuring tape from a nurse and measured myself. It used to be 12 inches, now it's 9 inches. I think I must look awful; how will I face my wife and children in the future? It's been over ten months since I was hospitalized, and I haven't stepped outside the hospital once. Before hospitalization, I was busy with work and hadn't had a haircut for over two months. After being hospitalized, I was short of money, so I didn't get a haircut again to save money. My hair is now shoulder-length. Anyway, these days, it's not unusual for men to have long hair. But I wash it every week to keep it clean. Currently, I'm recovering better and faster in all aspects. I go outside almost every day to run, jump, and do exercises. I can speak again, but my voice has changed; it's become very high-pitched, like a child talking. Anyway, nobody in this city knows me, so I'm not afraid to see people.
One day while showering, I rinsed my urethra and felt a small lump. I was startled; could it be a tumor? I touched it hard, and suddenly felt an electric shock, a sensation similar to the pleasure I felt during ejaculation in the past. My whole body went limp, my breasts swelled, and my nipples hardened. What was happening? I thought it might be a vestigial penis. I did this often afterward, seeking stimulation. But afterwards, I regretted it, feeling very conflicted.
It seemed I would soon be discharged. Looking like this, I didn't want to go home and see my family. First, I needed to find a job to support myself, then earn money to pay off my debts. For a while before my discharge, I went to job agencies every day. But seeing how weak I was, finding work was difficult; even if I found something, the pay was either too low or the working and living conditions were terrible. One day, I found a deserted street with few people. But I noticed a busy alleyway. Going into that alley, I saw another job agency there. The storefront wasn't large, but many people were coming and going, all dressed up as attractive young women. Inside, it was quite large. I went into the office and told the staff member my needs, but he didn't even want to listen, saying,
"There's no suitable job for you here."
I persisted, recounting my unfortunate situation. When I mentioned that the father of a patient in my ward had vouched for me, a fat man at another large desk called me over to talk to him. The staff member overheard this and immediately stood up, bowing respectfully, saying,
"Yes, boss." He led me to an empty chair opposite the fat man to sit down and wait for him to speak.
This boss didn't ask anything else, only what the father of my ward looked like. Then he said,
"Wait a moment, I'll make a phone call."
He went into a small room and made a long call. When he came out, he said to me,
"There's a place that can hire you, high salary, and a contract of two years or more. I wonder if you'd like it?"
I couldn't find work anywhere, I was struggling to even eat, and I had nowhere else to turn. I hurriedly said,
"Yes, yes. I'll do it no matter how hard it is."
He smiled and said,
"Don't talk about the job too early. Let's talk about it when we get there."
He took me outside and got into a car. He gave the driver a few instructions and the car drove away. After leaving the city, the driver stopped the car, handed me a black cloth cover, and told me to put it on my head and sleep in the back seat without getting up. He said,
"This is a trade secret. Their clients cannot let others know their address."
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New Profession (4)
The car drove for a long time and finally stopped. The driver told me to take off the head cover and get out of the car. It was a gray building, hidden among tall trees. I went into the building, took the elevator, and came to the eighth floor. I saw a model recruitment office. The driver took me inside and left. A man in his forties with long hair and a blue dragon tattooed on his arm sat behind a huge desk. He gestured for me to sit on a large sofa and then told me that they mainly recruited male and female actors to perform plays and short films that were particularly popular with the middle class. Actors typically earn over 2000 yuan a month, including living expenses, clothing, daily necessities, and accommodation. I thought such conditions were hard to find elsewhere. I told him,
"I'm willing to do it, but I don't know how to act."
He smiled and said,
"That can be trained."
He handed me a book of stills, which I flipped through. I found that besides photos of normal performances, there were many more of men and women completely naked; there were also photos of people bound with ropes, leg irons, handcuffs, shackles, and being hung upside down and whipped. I pointed to these photos and said to him,
"This is also acting."
He said,
"Yes, this kind of thing is called slavery, or SM for short, and it's the most popular kind of entertainment. It has a history of several decades in the West and Japan, but it's only been around for a little over ten years in China. We hope you'll act in this kind of show. The pay is high, starting at 6000 yuan. We can pay off all your debts in one lump sum and then deduct the rest from your salary over two years. In other words, we'll have to sign a two-year contract.
" "Is the binding real during the performance, or just a show like in regular movies?"
"This isn't a show; it's real binding, and it's tight binding." "Don't worry, the binding is done scientifically. There are specialized binding technicians who can bind you tightly but won't hurt your body. Also, you need to exercise to increase your flexibility."
I found it quite interesting. I'd never been bound before and wondered what it would be like. It might be quite fun. Besides, it was a quick way to make money and get out of my current predicament. So I agreed and signed a two-year contract. The man picked up the contract and said,
"You don't need to go back. We'll settle all the hospital paperwork and debts. We'll temporarily store your personal belongings at the hospital; they're not needed here. Your daily necessities and clothes are all provided in your room. Just write me an IOU for whatever debt you owe." After completing the formalities, he made a phone call, and a woman in her twenties came to show me my room. He also told me to shower and wash up. The woman led me downstairs to the back door. Behind the building was a lawn, and a path led to the valley and forest behind it. We got into a car and drove into the mountains. We passed through ravines, forests, and villages, crossing several clear streams flowing through the ravines. After traveling about twenty miles, we arrived at a villa, a two-story house. Judging from the flowers on the balcony, most of the rooms were occupied. She silently led me upstairs to a room. It was luxurious and beautiful; the wardrobe by the door was filled with various glamorous and sexy women's clothes. The bedroom was inside, and through the slightly ajar door, I could vaguely see a huge dressing table. I guessed it was her room. She told me to quickly take off my clothes and shower. Then she went to the bathtub to adjust the water temperature. I was too embarrassed to undress in front of a woman, so I just stood there. After a while, she called from inside,
"Come in quickly!"
Seeing that I didn't move, she ran out, already completely naked. I was so ashamed that I immediately lowered my head, unable to look at her. She got angry and quickly stripped off all my clothes and shoes. She noticed that I had tightly wrapped white bandages around my breasts. While helping me untie them, she laughed and said,
"The boss has good taste; he found a natural masochist."
I didn't understand what she meant. After removing the bandages, my constricted breasts immediately perked up, and she exclaimed,
"Such big, beautiful breasts! Are they filled with silicone?"
She pinched them, and I shuddered as if electrocuted, immediately pushing her hand away. She laughed, then casually pushed me into the bathtub, thoroughly washing me with perfumed water. Then she said,
"The unpleasant medicinal smell is finally gone."
Yes, I spent every day in the hospital, and my pores were filled with the smell of hospital medicine. She draped a bath towel over me and wrapped my wet hair in a dry towel. After dressing herself, she took an orange from outside and told me to sit down. She called a beautician, who first did my makeup and then my hair. I sat there blankly, like a piece of wood, letting them do as they pleased. The beautician finished her makeup and hair and left, and the woman didn't even know where she had thrown the clothes and bandages I had been given. She then took me to the living room and took out a set of particularly sexy black embroidered silk lingerie that young women wore and made me put it on. I was furious at being forced to wear these women's clothes and resisted fiercely. But I was so weak now, I wasn't even as strong as her. She grabbed both my hands with one hand, twisting them behind my back, and I couldn't move. With her other hand, she first put a bra on me, then pulled out a pair of handcuffs from somewhere and locked my hands with a click. While complaining, she said,
"I've seen plenty of people like you, I was prepared. If you don't want to wear this kind of underwear now, you'll have to wear even more revealing and sexy ones in the future. Don't struggle, or the handcuffs will tighten even more."
I was so scared I didn't dare move as she dressed me in my briefs, garter belt, and fishnet stockings. Finally, she put on a pair of women's sandals with heels ten inches high, and then put earplugs on me. She pulled me to my feet and went to tidy the bathtub and living room. It was the first time I'd ever worn shoes with such high heels, and my hands were clasped behind my back. I couldn't stand steadily at all. When I finally managed to stand, my legs were tucked in, and my calf muscles were incredibly tense. To maintain my balance, I had to pull my stomach in and push my chest out. My nipples, just freed from the tight bandages, rubbed against my bra, itching terribly. She finished tidying up, put her hands on her hips, looked me up and down and said:
"So pretty, and you still don't want to wear it. You slut. I'm taking off your handcuffs, you're not allowed to move, or I'll be very rude."
I was scared by her and obediently said:
"I won't dare."
When we went downstairs, she saw that I was walking unsteadily and asked with concern: "Is this your first time wearing high heels?"
I nodded and she said:
"You'll get used to it slowly. These are the shoes I wear normally. When I'm performing, the heels are even higher, up to 15 centimeters. When I walk, I walk almost entirely on my tiptoes."
I was so scared that I broke out in a cold sweat. I don't know how this wicked woman will manipulate me in the future. Why does fate have to play tricks on me like this, arranging for me, a man, to dress as a woman and live this embarrassing female life? A real man can bend and stretch. Once I get through this predicament, I will restore my true self.
Hong Meigui (5)
This woman took me to the car and drove back to the gray building. When we got to the top floor, the ninth floor, I walked to the door with the sign for the general manager's office and carefully knocked on the door. A tall man opened the door a crack, and a woman stepped forward, speaking in a low voice. The man then opened the door for us to enter. At the second door, a young woman in a suit and tie greeted us and opened another door, leading us inside. The interior was large and decorated in an antique style. The man from the recruitment department stood there respectfully. Inside, a huge black desk sat a ruddy-faced old man. The woman who brought me in bowed respectfully. The man walked up to the old man and said,
"Sister Wang has brought her."
He then waved for Sister Wang to leave. The old man glanced at me and said,
"Ninth Brother, is that her?"
Ninth Brother said,
"Yes."
"What's her name? How old?"
"Reporting to the old man, we named her Hong Rose. Twenty years old."
I was shocked. How come my name is Hong Rose and I'm twenty? I'm twenty-nine! What a grown man! The old man stood up, looked me up and down, and said,
"Hmm, Ninth Master. Quite good. Have Old Black train her. But be careful. She has connections."
"Yes, sir. We'll do as you say. I'll take my leave then."
"Proceed as planned."
Ninth Master told me to kneel down, bow deeply to the old man, and led me to the recruitment department on the eighth floor. Sister Wang was waiting for us there. Ninth Master made a phone call, and a tall man in his twenties arrived shortly after. He had dark skin and a full beard. Ninth Master said,
"Old Black, this 'Red Rose' is in Old Master's hands. You must train her well. She's Old Master's woman, so be careful and don't make any mistakes." Old Black bowed to Ninth Master and said,
"Thank you for your care, Ninth Master."
Ninth Master told me to kneel down and kowtow to Old Black, as a form of apprenticeship ceremony. Then she woke me up and said to Sister Wang,
"You need to take good care of me in my daily life. If I don't listen, you can take some coercive measures." She
also said to me,
"The contract is set. Work hard and don't let everyone down. You have great potential; you'll be our big star in the future."
On the way back, I asked Sister Wang,
"What is an 'M' woman?"
Sister Wang laughed and said,
"It's a role in the play, like a female lead in Peking Opera. In layman's terms, it's a female lead with masochistic tendencies. You'll be the lead in the play from now on."
I found it quite interesting and asked,
"Who is Lao Hei?"
"He's the best rope master here."
"What's a rope master?"
"A rope master is a backstage staff member who specializes in binding actors with hemp rope. If they're performing on stage, they usually partner with an 'M' woman. The rope master is the highest-ranking performer in our art troupe."
"So that means he came specifically to bind me."
"You could say that; he also needs to train you in various skills."
Sister Wang then led me to a room on the second floor, opened the door for me, and said:
"This is your room. When you need to call me, press the red button on the bedside table or the floor behind the door."
I am her (6)
After saying that, she drove away. I went into the room and looked around carefully. The living room is at the entrance, the bathroom is on the left, and the kitchen is on the right; walking forward, the bedroom is inside, with a thick carpet on the floor. I pushed open the door and went into the bedroom. There was a large bed inside, and to the right of the bed was a large balcony with four huge sliding glass doors from the ceiling to the floor; looking out from the balcony, all I could see were beautiful green mountains and clear waters, trees and lawns. To the left was a huge dressing table, and a huge dressing mirror was mounted on the wall above the bed. Looking into the mirror, I found a young woman looking at me. I was startled and quickly squatted down and looked back, but there was no one there. Looking into the mirror again, the person was gone. I was very confused and slowly stood up. There was also a woman inside who slowly stood up from the ground. I quickly squatted down, and the person in the mirror also squatted down. Strange, I stood up and walked towards the mirror, and the woman in the mirror also walked towards me. Ah, the person in the mirror is me. I haven't looked in a mirror since the car accident. It's hard to believe such a beautiful girl has such jet-black, shiny hair cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall; thin, dark eyebrows like slender willow leaves; large, bright almond-shaped eyes; thick, long, slightly curled eyelashes; a straight, high nose; small, bright red, sexy lips; an oval face; and fair, rosy skin. Look at her slender neck—almost no surgical scars, and no trace of her pre-accident Adam's apple. Her shoulders appear broad, her hands slightly larger, retaining a hint of her former self, but her skin is still fair and delicate, like white jade. Her breasts are high and firm, large and round, almost bursting out of her bra; her waist is slender, making her hips appear round and large; her legs are long and thin, clad in black underwear, lace garter belts, black fishnet stockings, and ten-centimeter high sandals. There's not a trace of masculinity left. Except for her face shape and features, which still resemble my former self, everything else is unrecognizable. The girl in the mirror is indeed beautiful and captivating, mesmerizing. If I were still alive before the car accident, and I saw the girl in the mirror, I would have been captivated by her too. Regardless, even though I lost my male organs, deep down I am not a woman, but a man—a man I cut off.
Looking in the mirror, I slowly removed my underwear piece by piece, until I was completely naked. I wanted to see what kind of person the surgery after the car accident had transformed me into. First, centered on my breasts, from my collarbone down to the lower part of my breasts, and to the sides and under my armpits, was a huge oval incision. My chest was almost entirely occupied by a pair of enormous breasts, large but firm, unlike some breasts that are large but sagging. A large nipple protruded from the areola, a rare sight even among women, perfect and adding to my sex appeal. From below my navel, on both sides to the groin, a parabolic incision was faintly visible on my abdomen. My waist was very thin, and my buttocks were large, further emphasizing my feminine beauty. However, the incision from when my penis and scrotum were removed was not found; it's possible that a urethral opening was created at this incision site. Pubic hair grew around the urethral opening. Two skin flaps protruded on either side of the urethral opening, which, when closed, could normally cover the urethral opening. Peeling back the two layers of skin, bright red flesh was visible in the middle. Two fleshy lumps, one large and one small, grew above the urethra. The smaller one was hard, and touching it gave a strange, pleasurable sensation. Looking at the breasts, they were round and large. The dark red nipples, the size of abacus plates, were located in the center of areolas the size of a one-yuan coin. It seems that men lacking sufficient testosterone can develop breasts that surpass those of women. I am a prime example. Seeing my current appearance, even if my wife and children stood right in front of me, they probably wouldn't recognize me. It seems I will forever lose my family, my wife and children. Thinking of this, I felt a helpless sorrow. I hated the driver who caused the accident; he ruined everything for me. Then I thought, perhaps this is fate, destiny. Making me live two completely different lives.
But let's return to reality. From my current male perspective, if a beautiful young woman, naked and bound by ropes, looked pitiful and helpless in the mirror, any man would find it fascinating, his lust aroused, and he would certainly spend lavishly on her. As a woman, being tightly bound and fantasizing about a man touching her most sensitive parts is also a kind of pleasure. I really don't know what it feels like to be bound by ropes. Anyway, everyone thinks I am a woman, so I'll just be a fake woman.
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m Female Life Community (7)
Since the car accident, I have never had a peaceful day for more than half a year. In the early stage, the wound was painful and the treatment drugs were irritating, making me feel like I was dying. In the later stage, I was busy with my future life, and my worries were accompanied by anxiety, making me restless day and night. Now I have finally found a place to settle down. No matter how I live in the future, even if it is like climbing mountains of knives or going through fire and water, as long as I grit my teeth, I think I can get through it. Anyway, I don't have to worry about food and clothing now, so I will get through the current difficulties first. After my body is fully recovered, I will find another way to make a living. Thinking of this, I feel an indescribable sense of relief.
I didn't eat dinner, and I lay down on the soft bed and slept until nine o'clock the next morning. I was too lazy to get up, so I just put on a pair of underwear and didn't even bother to comb my hair. As I was brushing my teeth and washing my face, I heard the door open. I quickly threw on a nightgown, and Aunt Wang came in. Seeing my disheveled appearance, she angrily said,
"How can a young girl live like this? As an actress in the company, you must have a neat appearance. You must get up early to exercise; no sleeping in!" She then grabbed my ear and dragged me to the dressing table. I clutched my ear in pain, holding back tears, and sat down silently as she did my hair and makeup. She combed my hair back, tied it into a ponytail, and then found a few clothes in the wardrobe, telling me to put them on quickly. She then took me downstairs to eat. These were very revealing clothes; the fabric was so thin you could almost see through it, and they were very small, exposing most of my breasts and not even covering my navel; the skirts only reached my thighs, revealing a red bra and briefs underneath, along with red high-heeled sandals. Dressed like this, I didn't dare go out. Aunt Wang gave me a push, saying,
"Hurry up, how long are you going to dawdle?"
I had never walked in such high-heeled sandals before, and her push almost made me fall. I gritted my teeth and followed Aunt Wang, limping along the road. There were very few people here, and the houses were scattered, small buildings hidden among the trees. Aunt Wang introduced me: This is the company's actresses' residential community, with many women like you working as submissives. The community has everything you need, and it's all free for submissives. You just need to sign your name when you go to use it. The company shuttle bus runs every ten minutes, from the various residential communities to the company building, and then extends to the terminus of the city's No. 24 bus. You can get on and off with the employee magnetic card issued by the company; it's free, and you can't board without a card. So it's very safe here, there are no outsiders. You'll have to take care of your own life from now on. You'll officially start work in ten days, and I'll pick you up then. Aunt Wang took me to lunch and then left.
The next day, I got up very early and took a walk downstairs. I found this place very special; the girls here were all very beautiful. In the morning, there were many people—practicing martial arts, jogging, and doing morning exercises. Some girls wore dog collars around their necks, some leather, some metal, with chains attached. Some were even handcuffed. I even saw a girl running; the wind lifted her short skirt, revealing a metal thong with a lock underneath. Later, my colleagues told me it was called a "chastity belt." Once, while eating, I met a very beautiful girl with black hair combed back in a round bun. When she smiled, she had two deep dimples, very sweet. She wore a shimmering red cheongsam, several pearl necklaces around her neck, and several diamond rings on her fingers, looking very luxurious and noble. She sat opposite me, glancing at me frequently and smiling; I felt very uncomfortable under her gaze. During the meal, I kept hearing the clanging of metal objects under the table, a soft tinkling sound every now and then. I was very curious, and under her gaze, I dared not look around. She ate very little. After finishing, she nodded to me as she was leaving, and I smiled back. As she got up to sign at the counter, a clanging sound rang out as she approached. I looked down at her—good heavens! Such a beautiful angel! She wore sandals with 15-centimeter heels, the straps secured with small brass locks, and a pair of shiny black iron shackles around her ankles. Between her feet was a thick iron chain about twenty centimeters long, with a thin silver chain hanging from the hem of her cheongsam, suspending the shackles. Every slight movement of her foot caused the clanging sound to ring out. I watched her until she jingled out of the cafeteria, everyone staring in disbelief. Looking at the cafeteria staff, they didn't even glance at me, completely unfazed, busy with their own work. I felt embarrassed and quickly finished my meal and went home.
Four or five days later, Aunt Wang brought me the employment contract. Looking at the terms, it was practically a contract of servitude. For one year, I would be a trainee, my every word and action subject to the company's various rules and regulations, with absolutely no personal freedom. After a year, I would have some freedom of movement, and only after the five-year contract expired would I regain my freedom. Seeing my silence, Aunt Wang advised me,
"What's on paper and what's in reality are two different things. As long as you're obedient, work hard, and can endure hardship, the company will never treat you unfairly. All the female employees here live very happily; they wouldn't leave even if you asked them to. Our company is a local conglomerate with connections in both the legitimate and underworld circles. If you offend the boss, you might not have a place here."
She was both persuading and threatening. I knew in my heart that I had to sign it; otherwise, I'd be penniless and nowhere else to go. So I quickly smiled and said to Aunt Wang,
"I definitely want to work for the company. I was just looking at the terms because I'm not familiar with the company, and I wanted to see what the rules and regulations were so I wouldn't make a mistake without realizing it."
Then I signed my name.
"So that's how it is." Aunt Wang said happily as she put away the contract,
"Don't worry about the terms. Just tell me if you need anything, and I'll help you."
Seeing her so happy, I took the opportunity to ask her about what I'd seen these past few days. Aunt Wang laughed and said,
"Oh! You're talking about those girls with chains. Silly child, these girls are like you, they're actresses who play submissive roles. They work hard, they act well, and they catch the eye of those rich men who keep them for life. These girls are very wealthy. Some of them wear chains because their sugar daddies are happy, they lock them up and take the key, only unlocking them when they meet. Others, it's the girls' own preference, they lock themselves up. This is popular here. If you stay here long enough, you might do the same."
"I wouldn't," I thought to myself, only someone with a screw loose would like that.
Aunt Wang put away the contract, gave me her company employee card, and took me to the community beauty salon. I had my hair, eyebrows, eyelashes, and lips done, and after the treatment, I went back to the company.
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My first day as a female trainee? (8)
On the morning of my first day of work, I got up early. I didn't know what clothes to wear to work. It turned out that the men's clothes I was wearing had been thrown away by the cleaner. I searched through all the clothes in my wardrobe, but I couldn't find a single neutral or simple suit. Just as I was getting anxious, Aunt Wang came over and saw that I hadn't prepared anything. She was a little angry. I told her what I was thinking, and her expression was both angry and amused. She pointed to the wardrobe and said:
"So many beautiful clothes and you don't have any clothes to wear. Get up and comb your hair and put on makeup first."
"Do I have to put on makeup as a trainee?" I asked in surprise:
"This is not middle school, and you are not a middle school student. From now on, the first thing you do when you get up in the morning is to put on makeup."
"I don't know how." "If you
don't know how, you will learn. You will learn slowly. Makeup is a girl's talent. Today, I am helping you, which is equivalent to teaching you."
I sat down in front of the dressing table and thought, I am not a girl, how can I learn this? Aunt Wang first put on my makeup and then combed my hair. Before the car accident, I was busy with research and development work, spending all my time in the mountains. I hadn't had a haircut for two months, and then I'd been hospitalized for six months, meaning I hadn't cut my hair for nine months. My hair had grown from my shoulders to my chest, over a foot long. Aunt Wang combed my hair back and pinned it up at the back of my head with hair clips, then sprayed it with hairspray. Not a single stray hair was visible; my glossy black hair lay flat and smooth on my head. Then she took off all my clothes and dressed me in a white silk bra and briefs; gray pantyhose; and a pair of white high heels with heels at least fifteen centimeters high. Wearing them, I could barely stand on my tiptoes; my calves ached, and I could barely keep my balance. Finally, she found a long-sleeved white brocade cheongsam, with red roses embroidered in silk on the chest, hem, and cuffs. I really didn't want to go out in such a flashy outfit, so I said to Sister Wang,
"Wearing this on your first day of work?"
"If you're not going to wear this, wear that," she replied. "You've been spending the last week in the classroom listening to lectures; you're not doing any work. Listen to me, wearing this long-sleeved, thicker garment will only do you good, no harm. Go look in the mirror; I've dressed you up so beautifully."
Looking in the mirror, I blushed with embarrassment. The 15-centimeter high heels forced me to tuck in my stomach and straighten my chest, my breasts standing tall, almost bursting out of my clothes. This slicked-back look was something only a man should wear; if it weren't for the pressures of life, I would never have gone out dressed like this.
Sister Wang drove over today. The company starts at 9:00, and by the time I got to the small classroom on the 18th floor of the building, it was only 8:40. Thankfully, apart from the security guard, I encountered very few people on my way to the company. I didn't embarrass myself. After Sister Wang left, I sat down in the last seat of the small classroom. At 9:00, a total of 8 students arrived, including myself, making a total of 7 women and 2 men—nine people in total. They were all wearing very thin, see-through dresses. At nine o'clock sharp, the teacher officially began the lesson. It turned out that today's lecturer was Lao Jiu from my recruitment department.
Lao Jiu first introduced the company's situation, some rules and regulations, and the manual that the M-girls must follow. It turned out that trainees could only take leave on Saturdays and Sundays; they were not allowed to leave the company on other days. When trainees encountered the teacher or their dominatrix, they had to kneel and bow their heads, no matter when or where, and could not get up unless told to. Every word the dominatrix said to the M-girl was an order; there could be no resistance. After the introduction, the bondage therapist began the formal lecture.
The first to lecture was a female bondage therapist, holding a leather whip, who introduced herself as Ms. Ma. She mainly talked about the science and techniques of bondage. My attire was unusual among the trainees, making me feel very uncomfortable, and my mind kept wandering. I didn't hear much of what Ms. Ma was saying. Suddenly, a "crack" sounded, and I felt a sharp pain in my shoulder. It turned out that Ms. Ma had whipped me. Before I could even cry out in pain, I heard a loud shout:
"What's the name of the girl in the cheongsam in the back? Come up to the stage."
I knew the rules Lao Jiu had just announced, so I quickly stood up, trembling, and whispered,
"I, I... my name is... my name is... Hong... Hong Wengui..."
I staggered to the stage, kneeling beside her with my head down.
"Hong Wengui, what are the different types of bondage methods I just explained?" the female bondage master asked sternly.
"Types... types..."
I hadn't heard a word, so I couldn't answer.
"Why aren't you answering? Raise your head."
I lowered my head even further in fear.
"Ah! You didn't hear me, you didn't raise your head. I'll teach you a lesson. I'll make sure you raise your head even higher, you can't lower it." The female bondage master pointed at me and said,
"I'm going to demonstrate a traditional Chinese bondage method to the students now."
I didn't know what she was going to do, what punishment she was going to give me. I was extremely nervous. After a while, I heard footsteps approaching from behind me. Suddenly, a rope loop was placed around my neck from the front, pulled back, and strangled my mouth and chin. Two rope ends wrapped around my arms from behind, circled several times, and then passed through the loop again from behind. With a sudden pull, my arms were pulled behind my back. The rope loop tightened around my arms, constricting them, and blood flow to my hands and arms was immediately restricted, causing my fingers to throb. To loosen the rope behind my back, I tried to push my arms back, only able to push my chest forward. But the female bondage therapist tightened the rope behind my back even more, making my shoulders feel like they were being pricked with needles. She tied several knots behind my back, making it impossible for my arms to move. I thought it was over, but she was still standing behind me, using the remaining rope ends to circle from my arms to my wrists, tightening each time. After the rope reached my wrists, she suddenly grabbed my wrists and twisted them backward, crossing them and binding my wrists tightly together with the rope, tying them together twice and then making a knot. Then she joined the two ends of the rope together, looped it around the back of my neck, and pulled it upwards with force. My wrist was pulled up, and my twisted arm felt like it was broken. Then she pulled it down—ouch! I couldn't bear the pain and cried out. The rope across my neck was choking me, making it hard to breathe, and my head involuntarily tilted back. She separated the remaining rope, wrapped it around my breasts twice, and finally walked in front of me, tying a knot between my breasts and binding the ropes together. I knelt there, my back straight, chest out, head tilted back, unable to move. Finally, she said, "Alright, today I'll give you a little punishment, and also give everyone a practical lesson. Get up and go to your seats to listen carefully."
I had dressed up so carefully for Sister Wang this morning, looking so beautiful. And now, in front of everyone in the hall, I was bound like this. I was so ashamed I wanted to disappear into a crack in the ground.
My hands were bound behind my back, and I couldn't muster any strength. I slowly and laboriously stood up, but I couldn't lower my head to see the ground. Wearing such high heels makes it even harder to walk steadily. I saw an empty seat in front of me, so I sat down first and then made a decision.
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SM industry golden rule? (9)
After sitting down, my tense mood relaxed a little, and my arms immediately started to hurt like they were being cut by a knife. I felt that the ropes were particularly tight, as if they were cutting into my skin. After a while, I felt numb, and then it started to itch. Wherever the ropes were tightly bound, it felt like countless ants were crawling and biting me, which was very uncomfortable. Moreover, I could only sit upright, with my head tilted back and my chest sticking out. My breasts were squeezed by the ropes above and below, making them even more prominent. Even so, I dared not be distracted and focused on listening to Teacher Ma's lecture.
Now I finally remember what Teacher Ma taught. There was a lot of content, but one point I still remember clearly has benefited me greatly in my future career as a submissive. She said that when the bondage therapist binds you, no matter what type of rope it is, no matter how rough it is, or how prickly it is to the skin, you must remind the bondage therapist to tie it tightly and secure it with a knot. This not only makes the performance realistic, but also ensures that the rope is fixed to the skin and does not slip or rub. Although it may leave deeper rope marks on the skin's surface, this will not harm the skin. After untying, you should massage it immediately. The skin is stimulated by the rope and massaged, which accelerates metabolism and makes the skin better. She even taught us a set of techniques for massaging the rope marks on the skin. She also reminded students not to struggle with their limbs after being bound, especially when the binding is not tight, as the rope can easily rub against the skin. Because the performance lasts a long time, you often don't even know if your skin is broken. Then, it can become inflamed due to sweat and external unclean items, causing scars. For a submissive, healthy and smooth skin is the greatest asset for the performance. So when a performance requires a female BDSM practitioner to struggle, two methods can be used: one is to swing the torso dramatically and shake the head; the other is to continuously extend and clench the fingers into fists; both can achieve the same performance effect. Teacher Ma's explanations are truly the golden rules of the BDSM industry. Valuable experience.
In the second lesson, a young male bondage therapist was introduced. He specifically introduced currently popular bondage methods. He called a female student to the stage to demonstrate. This girl was dressed very lightly, her limbs almost entirely exposed. When she was bound, I saw the ropes directly binding her skin, digging into her flesh. She was in so much pain that tears streamed down her face, but she dared not cry out, gasping for breath, her hands turning purplish-red. After being untied, the deep rope marks were crisscrossed, so deep that no one wanted to touch them. Now I understand why Sister Wang insisted I wear a high-necked, long-sleeved, thick cheongsam. Otherwise, I would have been in even worse shape than that girl. She was quickly untied, but I was still bound hand and foot, tightly bound, and no one would loosen my bindings. How long were they going to keep me bound?
The morning classes ended, and everyone left chatting and laughing. But I didn't dare go out, and I didn't eat lunch. The afternoon was for each person's assigned bondage instructor, and I wanted to sneak away to Lao Hei's office during lunchtime when it was less crowded, to avoid being discovered.
Lao Hei's office was on the twelfth floor. After everyone had left the classroom and I listened for quiet outside, I stood up, walked to the door, and peeked out. Sure enough, no one was there. I then went out of the classroom. I looked towards the elevator entrance; no one was there either. Relieved, I quickly headed for the elevator. Wearing high heels, I was practically walking on tiptoe, which was already unsteady; with my hands tied behind my back, it was even more difficult. Adding to this, the rope around my neck prevented me from looking down, and my heart raced. As a result, I swayed and lost my balance as soon as I took a step. After two steps, my foot twisted, I lost my balance, and I fell forward. I instinctively tried to brace myself with my hands, but as soon as I moved, they were firmly tied behind my back. Falling straight down like this, the rope binding my neck pulled my head back, causing my swollen breasts to hit the ground first, followed by the weight of my upper body. Although the hallway was carpeted, my breasts felt like they were about to burst, the pain excruciating. My legs thrashed wildly, and it took me a good two minutes to catch my breath. No, I can't go on like this; I have to get up and walk. But I was wearing 15-centimeter heels, and I couldn't stand. Enduring the tightness of the rope binding my neck, I first bent over and knelt, then tried to stand up on one leg, slowly lifting the other, until I finally stood. Learning from my mistake, I carefully moved forward, making sure I was steady before taking the next step. I walked step by step towards the elevator. Those 50 meters felt like a 10-kilometer walk. My heart pounded, afraid someone would suddenly appear from that room.
Finally reaching the elevator, I was drenched in sweat, feeling like I was on fire, but I no longer felt bound. The elevator was on the eighth floor and was still going down. I turned my back and reached down the wall with my hands, but my hands were hanging high behind me and I couldn't put them down. I could only slowly squat down with my feet and finally found the switch. I pressed it hard with my fingers. Then I waited anxiously. While waiting, I looked around, afraid that someone would come. I kept muttering to myself:
"Hurry up. Hurry up!"
Finally, the elevator arrived. As soon as the door opened, I rushed in without thinking. Suddenly, I saw someone standing in the elevator. My heart sank and my mind went blank.
Encounter in the office corridor (10)
Just when I was at a loss and was sweating profusely, a very familiar voice came into my ears:
"Rose, what's wrong? You look so pale. Are you feeling unwell?"
I opened my eyes and saw that it was Sister Wang. I breathed a sigh of relief. Like meeting a relative, my emotions calmed down immediately.
"Sister Wang, hello! What brings you upstairs?" I twisted my rope-bound body, avoiding her gaze, and said awkwardly,
"I came to see you! Just wanted to see you. You look so beautiful now, a natural-born M actress. First day at work, are you having a hard time adjusting?"
Judging from her expression, she didn't seem surprised at all by my disheveled appearance; in fact, she seemed quite pleased, just as she always did when she saw me. Now I was completely relieved. She wouldn't laugh at me. I struggled a little, but the tight ropes wouldn't budge. I twisted my numb body and said,
"It's alright, but it's a bit uncomfortable. Especially the rope around my neck, it's so tight I can't breathe. Aunt Wang, no one saw us in the elevator, could you please untie the ropes? My arms are so numb from the ropes, I'm afraid I'm crippled. Please do me a favor and untie me, I'm in so much pain."
Aunt Wang tugged at the ropes around me and said,
"They are a little tight, but it's okay. I'll massage them for you tomorrow, and you'll get used to it. Everyone has to get through this in this profession. According to the rules of this industry, only the person who tied the ropes has the right to loosen them; only someone with a higher position in the company than the person who tied them can do it for you. I forced you to wear this long-sleeved cheongsam this morning, did I hurt you?"
Hearing her say this, I became even more anxious and quickly said:
“Thank you, Aunt Wang, I know you mean well. When will she untie me?”
“If she hadn’t untied the ropes then, she wouldn’t have untied you. You might have made a mistake.”
I became even more anxious and asked Aunt Wang anxiously,
“What am I going to do? I’ll have to live like this from now on.”
Aunt Wang smiled and said,
“Silly child, this rule is only valid for the day. Anyone can untie you the next day.”
I was really worried now. How was I going to get through this morning? How was I going to get back to the dormitory? What was I going to do at night?
Aunt Wang saw that I was in a daze and not talking, so she asked me,
“Have you eaten? Where are you going in such a hurry?”
“I have a large class in the morning, and a private lesson with the teacher in charge of disciplining me in the afternoon. I want to go to Teacher Lao Hei’s place to wait now.”
“Okay! I’ll take you there. You’re not used to wearing these shoes yet, I’ll take care of you.”
“That’s great, thank you, Aunt Wang.”
Aunt Wang accompanied me down to the twelfth floor, and I followed closely behind her. Lao Hei’s office was at the other end of the corridor, more than forty meters away from the elevator. The corridor was lined with offices on both sides, all closed during the lunch break, though I could occasionally hear voices coming from inside. Although I followed her slowly, my heart was pounding in my chest; I dared not look to either side, fearing someone might open a door and come out. Fortunately, we didn't see a single person until we entered Lao Hei's office. Thank goodness, we had finally passed another hurdle.
At the door of Lao Hei's office, Wang Sao greeted me, saying,
"I have some things to do this afternoon, so I can't keep you company."
He left after saying that. The office door was unlocked, and no one was inside. Old Hei's office was simply furnished. There was a large desk by the window, and a row of bookshelves against the wall behind the desk. There were two large sofas in front of the desk. After I entered the office, I gently closed the door with my shoulder. I found a full-length mirror, taller than a person, behind the door. Seeing that no one was there, I walked up to the mirror to see what I looked like. Looking in the mirror, I saw a tall and beautiful girl. A pair of beautiful eyes, long and thick eyelashes, large black pupils that never blinked, lively and captivating; willow-leaf shaped eyebrows, black and long; a straight and prominent nose; and sexy, red lips. Her once oval, fair face was now red and congested from the double strands of hemp rope around her neck. Her black, slightly curly hair was a bit messy; the hair on her forehead was soaked with sweat and clung to her face. Thick, yellow, double-stranded hemp rope, about the thickness of a little finger, was tightly bound haphazardly to my white cheongsam, my hands twisted behind my back and hanging high. My palms and fingers were red and purple from the tightness. My breasts were bulging high from the ropes. The rope was wrapped tightly around my waist twice, making it appear even thinner and my hips even larger; making me look more graceful and alluring, giving off a helpless, seductive, and captivating feeling. I never imagined that such thin ropes could create a morbid beauty rarely seen in everyday life. I kept turning my body, carefully examining my front and back. Suddenly, a feeling I had never experienced before arose within me; my heart raced, and I felt excited. I felt that I looked so beautiful now, and I thought that maintaining this appearance would be incredibly tempting. Thinking of this, the discomfort of being bound all over eased considerably. But this appearance was something I could only enjoy in solitude; if I were in front of others, I would be unbearably ashamed, and I would lose face.
Suddenly, I heard footsteps outside the door. Startled, I quickly went to the door. The door opened softly, and I quickly knelt down. Old Hei walked in, and I said softly,
"Good afternoon, teacher."
Old Hei looked at me and said,
"Not bad, you're here on time on the first day."
He placed his briefcase on the desk, walked around me twice, and carefully examined me from all sides, saying,
"Excellent rope skills, tied neatly and beautifully, a master. Miss Hong, whose work is this?"
I looked up at Old Hei and said,
"It's Teacher Ma."
"Ah! Senior Ma, you're very fortunate. Teacher Ma has retired, and to be personally trained by her is a rare opportunity." After saying that, he helped me up and sat me on the sofa. He went to the back of the office and brought out a bunch of ropes from somewhere, placing them in front of me. I couldn't help but feel nervous again. He sat down on another sofa, divided the ropes into several piles, and said to me,
"Today, I'll mainly introduce the props we use. These are ropes, the ones we use the most. Later, I'll take you to the rehearsal room and the prop storeroom. First, you need to understand their characteristics and structure; this is essential for our future performances."
He walked over to me, tugged at the ropes binding me, and pulled the excess rope ends in front of me. He first explained that the rope
binding me was oiled linen. It looks rough, but it's actually very soft and strong; it's the most common type. Then he explained the different types and thicknesses of cotton rope, silk rope, plastic rope, and rubber rope... Sitting on the sofa for so long had made me numb. Several times I wanted to ask him to untie me so I could move my hands, but considering the company rules that Sister Wang had told me, I didn't dare to say it. Finally, after he finished explaining, he put the ropes away, pulled me up from the sofa, took out a dog collar with an iron chain, and put it around my neck; then he took out a pair of leg shackles and locked my feet. He said to me,
"Now, let's go to the basement to see the props in the storeroom and the rehearsal room where we'll be having classes from now on."
Hearing this, I panicked. Going out now, with the corridor full of strangers, would be incredibly disgraceful. I knelt at Old Hei's feet and begged,
"Teacher, can we go another day? Today is my first day at work, and I'm not used to anything. I've never worn such high heels before; I can't even walk steadily, and with these shackles, I can't move. Please, dear teacher, if we absolutely have to go today, could you please untie me first…?"
Old Hei ignored me, turned around, and produced a red rubber ball from somewhere. He grabbed my chin, forced me to open my mouth, and shoved the ball behind my teeth. Then, he used two straps extending from the rubber ball to secure it behind my head, filling my mouth completely. I couldn't speak, and I couldn't even breathe. I knew I had broken the rules; the teacher's words were to be obeyed unconditionally. I dared not express any further objection.
Old Black put the chain on the dog's collar and pulled it up forcefully. I struggled to my feet. Old Black opened the door and, without a word, pulled on the chain and walked out. I had no choice but to take small, tiptoeing steps as I walked out of the office.
There weren't many people in the corridor at first, but the clinking of the chains on my shackles quickly attracted attention. I didn't dare look around. Although I tried to lower my head as much as possible, the tight rope around my neck only allowed me to look up. I didn't dare close my eyes either, because high heels and shackles already made me unsteady. If I didn't watch where I was going, I would definitely fall, which would be even more embarrassing. I just had to grit my teeth and keep walking.
"Come look, everyone! Old Hei brought a pretty young lady, head held high, very poised."
"Wow! So pretty. Old Hei gave her to me, right?"
"Old Hei's lucky, bringing a beauty for a stroll."
"She's even wearing a cheongsam, and she's all tied up. Is she an escaped female prisoner? She's going to be taken to the police station."
"Ah! Why is she dragging shackles...? She must be a serious criminal."
"Don't talk nonsense, she must be a new recruit. She's
presentable enough to be seen in public." "Old Hei, don't rush off. Come sit in our office for a bit, let everyone get to know her..."
"Look how big her breasts are, they're about to burst out.
" "Her eyes can even speak, so captivating."
"..."
More and more people filled the corridor, their incoherent ramblings tearing at my heart like knives. I felt utterly ashamed, wishing I could disappear into a crack in the ground. In my entire life, this was the first time I'd ever felt like I'd walked forty miles in such a scene.
Finally, I got on the elevator, and a huge crowd deliberately squeezed in, filling it to the brim. Squeezing me in the middle, someone took the opportunity to touch my thighs, pinch my breasts, lick my neck, and even put their mouth on my face. My hands were tied tightly, so I couldn't move or move away; my mouth was gagged, so I couldn't shout, and I could only stand there stiffly. I could only let them do whatever they wanted. I was only freed when I walked out of the elevator and into the props warehouse.
The company's props (11)
This is the basement of the company building. After exiting the elevator, there is a T-shaped corridor. After exiting the elevator, Lao Hei led the chain on my collar to the right corridor; there were conspicuous signs there, the left side was the warehouse, and the right side was the training room. The basement was very dark, with a dim ceiling light every five meters in the corridor. Lao Hei walked very slowly, letting me get familiar with the environment. There was no one here, and my heart calmed down, and my steps became much more steady. The basement was very quiet, with only the crisp clatter of my high heels on the floor tiles, the clatter of the shackles dragging on the floor tiles, and the clanging of the chains colliding with each other. I looked around. On the left side of the corridor, there were small signs next to the doors, labeled "Store One," "Store Two," and so on; on the right, "101," "102," and so on; finally, I stopped at the door of room "106." Old Hei opened the door; it was dark inside. He went in and turned on the lights. The room was large; the left side, like a dance studio, had a huge mirror covering the entire wall; the opposite wall had many wooden frames; the right side had iron cages of various sizes; several hooks hung from the ceiling; the floor was wooden, covered with a smooth black plastic carpet. The whole room felt eerie and frightening. Old Hei told me that, except for Saturdays and Sundays, I would have individual lessons here every afternoon from 2 PM to 6 PM, and I needed to be on time. I nodded, looking at Old Hei. Seeing this dungeon-like place, the thought of being trained here, made me a little uneasy.
After touring the classroom, Old Hei opened the opposite storeroom. He said,
"These are all the props we use for learning and performances. Let me introduce them to you; remember them well."
I followed Lao Hei inside. He turned on the light, revealing a row of wooden shelves neatly displaying various so-called props. As we walked, Lao Hei explained: first, there were all sorts of ropes of varying lengths; what I'd seen in his office was only a small portion of them. Then came various leather items, which Lao Li explained could be used to restrain every part of the body from head to toe, each with different functions and many varieties. Next were various shackles, chains, and various Western metal restraints; all sorts of whips; and countless bottles and jars I couldn't even remember. At the far end of the storeroom was a small storage room with a sign that read "Drama Supplies." Lao Li gestured constantly, talking incessantly, becoming increasingly excited. When we got there, he pulled me in too, telling me,
"These are the props for the company's drama troupe; we generally don't use them in our performances. But these are the most valuable props, made by the company itself, with very high technological content."
Upon closer inspection, I realized they were replicas of ancient torture instruments. Various wooden or iron-plated shackles, handcuffs, leg irons, and prison carts of all sizes were on display. Compared to the modern warehouse entrance, they appeared heavy and rough. Old Hei casually picked up a large wooden handcuff and told me,
"This looks like a pin that connects the two parts of the wooden handcuff to lock your hands. Actually, this pin is a very sophisticated lock, with the lock head on the pin. It can't be opened without a special key. The materials, size, and dimensions of these handcuffs were all manufactured by the company's experts after consulting many documents. The appearance is exactly the same as in ancient times, but the dexterity and reliability of its use are unmatched by the ancients." After
looking at the company's props, I left the warehouse. Old Hei looked at his watch and said,
"It's getting late. That's all for today's lesson. I have something to do and I have to go first. Take the elevator to the first floor yourself. Sister Wang is waiting for you in the small parking lot behind the company building."
My mouth was stuffed full of large rubber balls, so I couldn't speak and just nodded to indicate that I understood. Thinking to myself, "Since you're not going to untie me anyway, you go ahead. I'll stay here a little longer in this deserted spot until everyone at the company leaves, so I don't embarrass myself in front of everyone looking so heavily made up and bound."
Thank goodness, before leaving, Old Hei removed the shackles that were making it difficult to walk, clanging and attracting attention; he also removed the large rubber ball that was making my saliva constantly drip from the corner of my mouth. After Old Hei left, I leaned against the wall in the corridor, letting my legs, which were aching from the high heels, relieve some of the pressure and rest for a while; I slowly closed my jaw, which had been stiffened by the rubber ball, and let my dehydrated mouth moisten. As I relaxed from the tension, the previously suppressed pain became more intense, especially my arms, which had been bound for almost a day, and were almost numb. Moreover, the joints between my shoulders and arms were getting more and more painful. I tried to pull my arms towards my chest to relieve the pressure on my shoulder joints; but this only made the rope around my arms tighten even more. Standing against the wall seemed to make me even more uncomfortable, so I decided to move around. But as soon as I started walking, my lower body became both painful and itchy. It turned out that after Teacher Ma tied me up, she took out a rope, lifted the front and back of my cheongsam, wrapped it tightly around my waist twice, tied a knot at the back, then passed it through my anus, pulled it out through the urethral opening I'd had after surgery, and tightened it again around my waist at my navel. Moreover, she had deliberately tied several knots in the rope around my urethra, wedging it there. With each step, the knots rubbed against my urethra; even through the thin layer of my underwear, the pain and itching were unbearable, especially when it rubbed against the two small fleshy bumps at the urethral opening, which felt like an electric shock, making me weak and unable to move.
Walking wasn't an option, standing wasn't an option either. I needed to find Sister Wang as soon as possible and ask her to help me get back to my dormitory; otherwise, given my current condition, even getting back to my room would be difficult. I made up my mind, prepared to be humiliated and ridiculed again, and came up from the basement.
The elevator stopped on the first floor. The doors opened, and thankfully, no one was at the elevator entrance. I tried to walk quietly as I stepped out. But the marble floor outside the elevator was still very noisy with my high heels; the sound of them clicking against the marble floor made my heart race. Reaching the lobby, I saw the lights were on. Looking out the window, I realized it was almost dark. Ah! It was getting late; the company had already closed. There weren't many people in the lobby, just a few near the main entrance. Two people noticed me, staring intently at me and pointing at me while talking to the others. It was probably intriguing to see a young woman, bound and gagged, walking alone in the lobby. Anyway, they were quite far away, so I didn't care anymore and hurried towards the back door of the lobby, quickly exiting. Reaching the small parking lot, I immediately saw Aunt Wang's car. Aunt Wang saw me too, opened the back door, and I jumped in without hesitation, sprawling into the back seat. Aunt Wang closed the door and drove off without a word towards our building.
Oh! I'm finally home. I said,
"Thank you, thank you, Sister Wang. You saved me today."
Sister Wang smiled, opened the car door and let me out. Sister Wang grabbed the rope binding me from behind, like she was supporting a patient or escorting a female prisoner, and took me to the room on the second floor.

(12)
After entering the room, Sister Wang brought a basin of hot water to wash my face, and then used a hot towel to wipe my numb hands that were tied behind my back. Then she helped me sit down and took off my damn high heels. She brought another basin of hot water and put my feet in it to soak. This was the most comfortable time of my day. After soaking for more than ten minutes, my feet were no longer painful or numb.
I hadn't eaten or drunk anything all day. Sister Wang took out a drink from the refrigerator in the kitchen, inserted a straw, and I drank it all in one gulp. She brought me a pair of slippers and said,
"Alright, miss. I've tidied you up. I have to go now. If you need any further service, just press the red button on the floor behind the door, and someone will come to assist you." Only
then did I fully understand why the red button for calling for service was on the floor. With my hands twisted behind my back and hanging high up, how could I press the button? Only my feet were convenient. It seems I'm not the first person in the company to be bound and gagged overnight. It looks like I'll be spending the night tied up like this. Right now, my biggest pain is the two strands of rope binding my urethra. Thinking about it, I decided to try a different approach and plead with this unpredictable woman.
"Sister Wang, could you please do me another favor? Thank you."
"What is it?"
"I need to pee. I haven't urinated all day. Could you untie my hands so I can urinate and then you can tie them back up?"
"No, it's company policy. I can't break it. Let me help you take off your pants so you can relieve yourself."
I really didn't want to ask a woman to do this for me, but I had no choice, so I said,
"I'm also tied up with rope down there..."
"It's alright, come to the bathroom."
I went to the bathroom with her, and she lifted up the front and back of my cheongsam, wedging it into the ropes binding my chest and back; she told me to bend over, then walked behind me, and with a snip, she cut my shorts in half with scissors, pulling the shredded pieces out of the rope binding my genitals; then she pulled the rope from my urethra to my thighs, holding it with her hands, and told me to sit on the toilet; I didn't care about anything else, and the urine I had been holding in for so long gushed out, lasting a full three minutes. After urinating, I felt an indescribable sense of relief in my stomach. Aunt Wang wiped me with toilet paper, then re-secured the knotted hemp rope around my urethra and pulled my clothes down. This made things worse; without underwear, the rope was directly constricting the new flesh inside my surgically reconstructed urethra. Any slight movement made it even more painful and itchy. As Aunt Wang was leaving, seeing my worried expression, she said dismissively,
"In this line of work, this kind of bondage is nothing. The training ahead will be much more difficult. It seems this is your first time; you probably won't sleep well tonight. I'll go check on Shui Xian in the room across the hall. Shui Xian isn't a female slut; she's the leading lady of the company's drama troupe. She sings exceptionally well and is quite famous in our area. But she's not having an easy time tonight. Logically, she shouldn't be suffering like this, but what can she do when things get like this? I'll take you to see her. We live right next door; you'll see each other sooner or later. It'll be good to make friends and chat. Seeing her will calm you down; it's called 'seeing is believing.'"
Hearing Aunt Wang's suggestion, I also wanted to see her; we often visited each other, so I wouldn't be lonely.
I followed her out of the room and to the door of the room across the hall. Aunt Wang said:
"Narcissus, are you feeling better now? I'm going back to the company right away. I'll bring a girl to introduce you to her; she lives across from you, she's new." As she spoke,
Aunt Wang pushed open the slightly ajar door and went inside.
This room was exactly the same as mine. There was no one in the living room, only a girl's voice coming from inside the bedroom:
"Aunt Wang, is that you? Please come in!"
Strangely, there was a clinking sound of chains and the clatter of chains hitting the floor as she spoke.
Aunt Wang opened the bedroom door, and I followed her in, speechless. A girl dressed in traditional Chinese opera costume got off the bed and stood by it to greet us. The girl hadn't removed her makeup yet; her head was adorned with glittering pearl and flower jewelry. Her face was heavily made up, like a stage actress, and her appearance was exceptionally beautiful, striking yet unconventional. Her eyes were large and expressive, and her face was full. She wore a palace dress embroidered with dragons and phoenixes, shimmering with gold. Her hands were long and slender, with ten long fingernails painted bright red. However, she was bound by a heavy iron yoke, which looked to weigh no less than 10 kilograms. Her hands were fastened to two closely spaced round holes at the front of the yoke, while her neck was fastened to a slightly larger round hole at the back. The girl seemed to have a long neck; although the yoke was over an inch thick, a section of her neck still protruded. Moreover, her hands and neck were fastened so tightly that it was almost impossible to insert a finger. I had seen this yoke in the storeroom that morning. Old Hei had told me that this type of yoke was specially made for condemned prisoners in ancient times, made of oak board covered with iron. The round holes for fastening the hands and neck were adjustable and had special keys. Furthermore, the company added a computer control board to the lock, allowing for timed operation. Within the specified time, even a specially made key cannot open it. It seems the person who put the girl in these shackles adjusted the holes quite tightly, limiting the wearer's neck and hand movement, which must be very uncomfortable over time. Below the shackles, an old-fashioned long iron lock hangs around the neck, securing a long iron chain around the neck. The chain drags on the ground and is then secured to a large iron ball weighing approximately 20 kilograms. Below the shackles, a pair of thick iron handcuffs are also locked to the wrists, with a five-inch-long, thick iron chain connecting the two rusty handcuffs. The floor-length skirt obscures the feet, but a section of thick iron chain is visible, suggesting that the feet are definitely shackled. During the morning's visit to the company's props department, Lao Hei mentioned that death row inmates' shackles, leg irons, and handcuffs are all matching sets, with identical locks, all very heavy. Judging from the girl's attire, this set of shackles is only fit for death row inmates; it must be very uncomfortable.
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Overcoming difficulties together (13)
When Narcissus saw Sister Wang come in, she knelt down on both knees and said:
"I really want to thank you for getting me out of this predicament today. I'm giving you a big bow here."
Sister Wang said arrogantly:
"Get up! It was just a coincidence that this happened. For the sake of the company's honor, you should just bear with it and not talk about it to others. As for those who bullied you, I will definitely go to the relevant departments to seek justice for you. You should also be more respectful and get along well with your colleagues, which will be beneficial to your work. This is the new Rose girl. I'm introducing you to her today. You are a key member of the company today, and I believe she will be in the future, right, Miss Hong?"
I quickly said:
"I am not capable enough and I'm afraid I will disappoint you."
"Then it depends on your efforts. Actually, I really like Shui Xian, especially her plays. Today I heard they were rehearsing, so after leaving Lao Hei's place, I went to the studio their crew had set up. But there was no electricity, it was pitch black, and there wasn't a soul in sight. Just as I was about to leave, I heard a noise inside, like someone was there. I went in and saw Shui Xian alone, sitting on the floor like this. It turned out that the big iron ball was stuck in the doorway, and she couldn't move. So I got her back first. I'm planning to find the key tomorrow to unlock her chain. That's why I was already off work when I came to pick you up. I was just about to look for you when you came out. Okay, I'm leaving now, you two get to know each other first."
I saw Shui Xian kneeling on the carpet, her head bowed, neither looking at us nor speaking. I thought she probably didn't welcome me. So I said to Wang Sao,
"Shui Xian needs to rest, I'll go back to my room too."
After leaving Shui Xian's place and seeing Wang Sao off, I went back to my room. It was almost 8 pm. After a long day, I was a little tired, so I went to bed to sleep and get some rest. The bed was soft, and it felt comfortable when I first lay down. Although I'd never slept like this before, with my hands tied behind my back, the day had been exhausting, and I drifted off to sleep. But then, my shoulder joints and the wrists, which were crisscrossed and bound under my body, started to ache more and more intensely. I tried to sleep on my side, but the arm underneath hurt terribly; I rolled over onto my stomach, which eased the pain in my shoulder and arm, but the rope around my neck tightened, compressing my trachea and making it hard to breathe. This constant tossing and turning made it impossible to fall back asleep. No matter how I tried, it was uncomfortable, so I sat up, which tightened the rope around my urethra, causing both pain and itching. Nothing felt right. Being alone in the room, all my joints ached. I looked at the clock on the dressing table; it was only 11 PM. If I stayed like this until dawn, I'd still have seven or eight hours left. What should I do? Maybe I should go to Shui Xian's. Whether she was happy or not, being together would be better. So I got out of bed, walked barefoot to Narcissus's door, and gently called out,
"Narcissus, are you asleep?"
"Is that Rose? How could I sleep? Come in, the door isn't locked."
I pushed open the bedroom door with my shoulder; no one was in the living room. I then pushed open the bedroom door and saw Narcissus still kneeling on the carpet, bent over with one end of her yoke on the ground. Completely unlike her cold demeanor in the evening, she raised her head, adorned with jewelry and pearls, and smiled at me, saying,
"I thought you would definitely come again, and I really wanted you to come too. I'm shackled so tightly I can't move, otherwise I would have come to you long ago."
"I was afraid you wouldn't welcome me, so I didn't dare come."
"Who wouldn't welcome you! Such a beautiful woman, bound hand and foot. You're so pretty, how old are you?"
I thought for a moment and said,
"Twenty-two. And you?"
"Twenty. Then I'll call you Sister Rose. They're so cruel, binding you so tightly. You just arrived, is this your first time?"
"Yes. My first time ever, and I've been bound all day. My hands are numb, I can't sleep no matter what position I'm in. My whole body aches and feels numb. I thought it best to come here and talk to you, maybe it'll help."
“Me too. This heavy yoke is getting heavier and heavier, my back is so bent I can't straighten up, and my neck and wrists are being squeezed tighter and tighter; I can't move my head or hands, it feels like they're broken, the pain is excruciating. I can't drag this big iron ball, and my feet are shackled too, so I can't push with any strength. Otherwise, it would be better if I could walk around a bit. I've been kneeling for four hours since you left, this is the only way I can keep going, it's truly worse than death; my knees are numb, how can I close my eyes even for a moment?”
“Me too. What I'm suffering from most right now is my genitals, the rope binding my urethra is both painful and itchy. I can't untie it, and even when I beg Sister Wang, she won't help me.”
“These people are the most despicable, insisting on binding a woman in her most sensitive area. Wang Sao isn't a good person; you'd better be careful. She's also a former masochist, good at flattery. Later, she caught the eye of the company's boss, an old man, ostensibly a secretary, but in reality, a concubine. She won't pity you. Go to the bathroom and bring me a towel with your mouth; I'll figure something out.”
I brought her a towel with my mouth. She grabbed it, struggled to her feet, and said,
“This won't work; let's go to the living room sofa. Sit down. My hands are so constricted by the shackles and handcuffs that I can't use them properly, otherwise I could untie the ropes. Now, the only way to make things better is to stuff the towel under the ropes to protect your genitals. However, I can't move the iron ball; you need to push it out of the bedroom with your feet. I'm locked to this big iron ball and can't move.”
After Shui Xian stood up, I used my feet to push the big iron ball towards the living room sofa. Shui Xian carried the shackles and dragged the chains, moving slowly. With each movement, the chains on her body rattled. In the stillness of the night, the sound was exceptionally crisp and loud.
When we reached the sofa, I sat down, and she slowly knelt down beside me. With difficulty, she lifted the hem of my cheongsam with her hands and stuffed a towel little by little under the rope around my anus to protect my urethra. Finally, my unspeakable suffering was relieved. This way, I could comfortably lean back on the sofa. To improve her situation, I spread my legs and let her sit between my legs, leaning against the sofa, with the cangue on my legs to reduce the pressure on her body. She felt much better. We were too tired. Although one of us was in a cangue and chained up, and the other was bound by ropes, we fell into a daze. Although we didn't sleep soundly, it was much better than the first half of the night. An
unforgettable night (14)
In a daze, it seemed as if someone was pulling me to a strange place. I didn't know this person. He held my hand tightly, and I struggled but couldn't break free. He twisted my hand back, and my arm and shoulder joint hurt a lot. He pinned me against the wall, spread my legs, and gently thrust his knee into my genitals, one stroke at a time; it struck the small fleshy bump at the opening of my urethra. Instinctively, I tried to protect myself with my hands, but they were twisted behind my back, pressed tightly against the wall, and I couldn't move, only able to let him thrust. But each thrust felt like an electric shock, my whole body went limp, relaxed, and incredibly pleasurable. And after each thrust, I desperately wanted him to do it again, ideally keeping my hands bound so I couldn't stop him. He continued thrusting, and my whole body almost went limp, feeling extremely comfortable. My body involuntarily twisted and turned in rhythm, and I couldn't help but moan. I was very strange; how could I feel this way? How lewd! Thinking this, I suddenly heard Narcissus calling my name loudly. Had Narcissus seen me? I was startled and woke up. Opening my eyes, I was still in Narcissus's room; it was all a dream.
"What's wrong, Sister Rose? You're fidgeting and yelling, I called you four or five times and you didn't answer."
"Oh dear! I had a strange dream and woke you up. I'm so sorry."
"How could I sleep? I dozed off for a little while at first, but then I couldn't. There was nowhere to rest my head, the shackles were too tight around my neck, it was so uncomfortable; my ankles were getting more and more painful. Before, I could still move them up and down, not letting the steel rings of the shackles and handcuffs stay in one place; but my wrists were stuck under the shackles, I couldn't reach them; the handcuffs and the chains above were heavy, pulling down on my wrists, I couldn't see them, but that area hurt a lot, it's probably swollen from being so tight."
Narcissus turned her head to talk to me, and when she moved, the back of the shackle bumped into me, hitting the hemp rope tied to my urethra. The knot of rope, through the towel, pressed against that sensitive little lump, like an electric shock. Ah, so it was the back of Narcissus's shackles constantly hitting that part of my body. Narcissus's hands and feet were bound by shackles, and she had to move around every now and then. I looked down and saw that I was supporting her yoke with my legs, the back of the yoke pressed against my genitals. The yoke itself was heavy, and even the slightest movement from her would cause the back of the yoke to hit my urethra.
I was too embarrassed to tell her about this, but I had a strange thought: I wanted the back of Narcissus's yoke to keep hitting that spot, it would be so stimulating; I also wanted her hands to be tightly bound behind her back, so that I would lose my freedom and have no power to stop her. Lost in my own thoughts, I suddenly heard Narcissus sobbing. I quickly sat up and asked,
"What's wrong...?"
"What's wrong!" Narcissus sobbed, "I wanted to talk to you to distract myself and ease my pain; at first you were asleep, so I didn't dare wake you, and now that you're awake, you still ignore me. You know how painful it is to be locked up in these shackles; I really want someone to share my pain. You didn't come, and I longed for you so much. You came, but you're still so cold, which makes me so sad. I'm all alone at the company, without even anyone to confide in; it's so depressing. Seeing you makes me feel so close; I've already considered you my older sister."
"Oh! How could I ignore you? How can I share your pain now? My hands aren't free either."
"I have no sisters, and my mother died young. I really want you to come and kiss me, touch me, and caress me."
"I..."
To be honest, apart from my wife, I never have physical intimacy with any other woman. I wasn't used to this, but seeing her pitiful appearance, I knew I had to give in. Yes, people only need comfort from loved ones when they're in the deepest pain; since she treated me like her sister now, I decided to oblige. So I said kindly,
"Alright. Move a little so I can get up."
Narcissus bent forward, bracing the front of the shackles on the ground. The iron chains of the shackles and the chain around her neck clattered to the floor. She then lifted her hips, changing from a sitting to a kneeling position; then straightened her back and puffed out her chest. She then peeked her feet out from under the pleated skirt of her palace dress, to prevent stepping on the floor-length gown when she stood up. In the soft light of the living room ceiling lamp, I could see she was wearing green satin embroidered shoes with a splash of red velvet on the toes. Heavy shackles were on her ankles. I had seen the same ones in the storeroom. These antique replicas were all crude and heavy; perhaps the makers thought that ancient people lacked the technology to produce such crude things. She slowly and laboriously dragged herself up, chains in hand. She knew that if she fell, it would be disastrous. She took a step forward, and then I saw a smaller iron ball peeking out from under her skirt. As she took another step with her other foot, the ball was pulled back into her long skirt. It turned out that an iron ball was also locked to the chains connecting her two shackles; no wonder she needed someone to help her push that large iron ball attached to her neck when she came out of the bedroom. Then she slowly turned around, looking at me affectionately and expectantly with her beautiful, tear-filled eyes.
I then realized that Narcissus was quite tall, slightly shorter than me. Her face was full, but her figure was graceful and slender. Her head was adorned with glittering jade ornaments, long earrings, and a phoenix hairpin with pearl chains dangling from it, swaying with her movements. The jade pendants and embroidered belt she wore jingled against the chains binding her. Her heavily made-up face, paired with a bright and vibrant theatrical costume embroidered with flowers, gold and silver threads, and depicting phoenixes and dragons, was truly stunning. Although the heavy black iron shackles bound her hands and neck, it did not diminish her radiant beauty in the slightest; instead, it added a touch of poignant, sickly beauty. I wonder what I would look like in that outfit. Oh dear! My mind wandered again. How could I possibly dress like that? I'm not a theatrical actress. What's wrong with me these past few days? Why am I so interested in women's clothes and dressing up? Perhaps everyone has a love of beauty, I could only console myself with that thought.
I composed myself, stood up, and said to Narcissus with concern,
"You can't stand like this, you haven't rested all night. You should lean against the sofa, sit on the carpet, it'll be more comfortable."
Hearing my words, she slowly knelt down and sat on the floor, leaning against the sofa. She placed the back of the shackles on the sofa, bent her legs, and used her knees to support the front of the shackles. I knelt beside her, bent down, and pressed my face against hers. The moment we touched, I felt her face burning hot, and her body trembled. She quickly pressed her face even closer to mine, and immediately a uniquely youthful fragrance filled my nostrils, seeped into my brain, and permeated every nerve. I was completely intoxicated by this comforting scent; I hadn't felt this way in years. The phoenix hairpin in her hair gently brushed against my forehead, and the pendants on her earrings rubbed against my neck, making me feel ticklish. I wanted to remove them, but my tightly bound hands made it impossible. After a while, she slowly turned her face towards me, pressed her lips to my face, and licked my cheek with her tongue. I immediately turned my face back, pressing my lips tightly against hers. Her breathing became rapid, and she opened her mouth, inserting her tongue into my mouth. I opened my mouth as well, and as soon as I extended my tongue, she sucked it into her own mouth. Our tongues intertwined, and our lips pressed even tighter.
To get closer, I slowly moved my knees towards her; she also bent her knees and straightened them, spreading her feet apart until the chains of her shackles were straightened and her feet could no longer separate; then she lowered the front of the shackles, and I knelt between one of her legs, my insteps resting on the iron balls between her shackles. Our faces were now face to face, pressed even more firmly. Suddenly, she grabbed the double-stranded hemp rope binding me tightly, which ran from the back of my neck down my shoulders to my armpits, and pulled me towards her with all her might. This rope was dangling from my wrists, which were tied together, and wrapped around my arms under my armpits. With this pull, my hands were hoisted higher, and my arms were bound even tighter. A wave of pain spread from my shoulder joints to my hands, and I tried to cry out, but she gagged me tightly; after the pain subsided, I felt a sense of comfort. We remained like this until the heat on her face subsided, and then we finally separated. She let out a long sigh and said,
"Sister Rose, you're so kind. I feel much better now."
Then, I sat down on the sofa and rested my head on her cangue. She rested her head on mine, and she still propped her knees up against the front of the cangue. She thought this was the best way for her to rest. After a while, we both fell asleep again.
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Narcissus (15)
I don't know when, but I felt something soft stroking my face. It was strangely itchy. I wanted to sleep, so I tried to push it away with my hand, but my hand was pressed down by something. I tried to pull my hand out, but when I exerted force, my elbow joint suddenly became sore and painful, which woke me up. When I opened my eyes, I saw that my hands were still tied behind my back. The struggle just now made my almost numb arms hurt again. I couldn't help but cry out, "Ouch!" Narcissus stood up at some point, bending over and touching my face with her small, shackled hand. Seeing I was awake, she smiled and said,
"I'm so sorry to have woken you. I've been looking at you for a while now; you're so beautiful even without makeup. Your skin is so beautiful, so smooth and white. I couldn't resist touching you. My hands are shackled, so I'm not very flexible and can't control the pressure, which is why I woke you."
"Don't tease me, it's alright, my arms are starting to hurt again. I should get up too, I wonder what time it is."
"It's already 4:30. Normally, I'd be outside practicing my exercises, warming up my voice," Narcissus said sadly.
I joked,
"You're practicing too, you can warm up your voice on the balcony, your mouth isn't gagged."
As I spoke, I straightened up, but as soon as I moved, I immediately felt the hemp rope binding my entire upper body, especially my arms and wrists, which felt like they were on fire; the skin there was probably broken. Suddenly, I desperately wanted someone to loosen the ropes binding me. According to company practice, it was already the second day, and anyone could untie my ropes now. I looked at Narcissus's hands, which were still free to move despite being chained, and said to her,
"Narcissus, your hands can still move. Could you help me untie the rope? It's really making me very uncomfortable."
"I'm afraid I can't," she replied. "These shackles are so tight around my wrists. It hurts with the slightest force, and I can't exert any strength at all. Last night, when I was stuffing a towel into your lower body, even a little force made my wrists hurt like they were broken. Otherwise, I would have loosened the ropes on you yesterday even if you hadn't begged me. I even thought about getting scissors from the kitchen to help you, but then I realized that the scissors and the other knives were hanging on the wall. I couldn't reach them with my hands chained, and you can't even touch them with your hands tied behind your back. So don't bother." Then she smiled and said, "I think it's better not to untie them. White embroidered cheongsam, high heels, a beautiful woman, how charming it is to be bound by ropes!"
"Don't tease me," Narcissus said. "Please try!"
Hearing my plea, Narcissus had no choice but to bend down and try to untie me. She fiddled with the ropes for a long time, but couldn't untie a single knot. She sighed deeply and said,
"Oh dear! This won't do. Bending over like this, the shackles will break my neck. My back can't hold up either. My fingers are already swollen, I have no strength at all. These knots are too tight, I can't untie a single one."
Seeing there was no hope, I could only endure it, and by then I was thirsty. I stood up and said to Narcissus,
"Would you like some water? I'm dying of thirst."
"I dare not drink if I'm even thirsty. I urgently need to urinate, but I can't go."
"How about this, I'll go and call someone to bring some water, and then I'll help you urinate. I'll take you to the bathroom first
, and then I'll press the button to call someone." I pushed the large iron ball with my foot, and Narcissus, wearing the shackles, followed behind, the chains jingling. After taking her there, I went to the bedroom, pressed the button, and then closed the bedroom door with my shoulder. A moment later, I heard footsteps outside the door, and someone gently knocked. I called out,
"The door isn't locked, come in."
A man walked into the living room and whispered to the bedroom door,
"Miss, what can I do for you?" Bound
and gagged, I dared not come out, so I instructed through the bedroom door,
"Bring two bottles of chrysanthemum tea, with straws, and place them on the small table in the living room; have a waitress bring them over."
After the man left, I turned my back to the door, used my bound hands to find the lock, and opened the door a crack to observe the living room. A few minutes later, a waitress entered the living room carrying two large bottles of chrysanthemum tea on a tray, placed the tea on the table, and said,
"Miss, what can I do for you?"
I said from behind the door,
"A lady in the restroom needs to urinate, but she's having trouble. Could you go and assist her?"
"Yes, sir." She responded and went into the bathroom. A moment later, the clinking of chains and the loud clanging of chains hitting the bathroom floor tiles filled the air. Narcissus had probably already sat on the toilet. A few minutes later, the clinking of chains rang out again, probably because the maid was adjusting her clothes.
"Please wash my face and hands with hot water, and then soak my feet in some hot water," Narcissus said. After a while, I saw the maid leave. I quickly came out, closed the door with my foot, and went into the bathroom. Seeing that Narcissus still had makeup on, I asked curiously, "
Didn't you
wash your face? Why didn't you?" Hearing my question, Narcissus hurriedly looked in the mirror.
"Why hasn't the makeup on your face been washed off at all?
" Narcissus laughed so hard she bent over, saying,
"Sister Rose, you're so ignorant! You're a woman, and nowadays, which girl doesn't know that there are cosmetics that last a long time, are hard to wash off, and have a good protective effect on the skin?" This high-end product is widely used in the arts and culture circle. To remove makeup, you need to use a special makeup remover. The cosmetics our company uses are a high-tech biological product that we research and produce ourselves, far superior to those sold in the market. Its biggest feature is its naturalness and its health benefits for the skin. "I won't say any more, I'm dying of thirst, I need some water."
I helped her into the living room and sat her down at the table. She placed the shackles on the table, the iron chains on her wrists clanging as they were placed on the table as well. Holding the teacup in both hands, she sipped most of it through the straw in one go, then let out a long sigh and said,
"This chrysanthemum tea tastes so good. It's usually bitter, but today it tastes especially sweet and delicious."
I put the straw in my mouth and drank from it, one sip after another. Seeing that Narcissus was in a good mood, I asked curiously,
"What happened to you today?"
Narcissus sighed and said,
"It's called 'beauty is often short-lived.' Anyway, it's still early, so I'll tell you everything that happened to me."

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