Lan Ting and her secretary

(1)

Some say Lan Ting is a beautiful girl with a good figure; some say she is a smart, successful, highly educated "sea turtle" (returned overseas student); others say she has a cheerful personality and outstanding temperament. They are all right, but they only see her sunny side. Just as the moon always faces humanity with its bright side, they probably never dreamed that she also had such a strange side. Here, S&M is absolutely shocking!

Stimulation, stimulation of the soul and flesh, is a special hobby that Lan Ting picked up while studying in Florida, USA. There, although it is not mainstream, it is also very common. Just as some people get pleasure from the stimulation of their stomach by drinking strong liquor, and some people seek satisfaction in challenging their limits and rubbing their skin, she is just obsessed with a kind of body odor. In the intense restraint, in helplessness and darkness, in panic and fear, in the endless long wait, she experiences a special and intense pleasure. It is just a slightly unconventional hobby! One of her classmates was worth over a hundred million, but had a penchant for stealing; he couldn't stand not stealing for three days straight. Compared to her, Lan Ting's hobby was much more wholesome; at least, it didn't bother anyone.

Five years ago, Lan Ting left the United States and, with her family's financial support, independently started an import-export company.

Three years ago, Lan Ting's company expanded, and she purchased an entire floor on the 25th floor of a trade center for office space; now she has over 30 employees.

A year ago, she bought a detached villa 20km outside the city, nestled on a hillside surrounded by trees, offering excellent privacy.

In her spare time, Lan Ting would retreat to her home alone, indulging in her unique hobby; the constant exposure to the outside world only fueled her desire. Unfortunately, without companions, Lan Ting could only choose "self-bondage," and limitations in safety and ability prevented her from fully enjoying it. Without challenging activities, one could never truly experience that feeling of helplessness.

It was time to embark on an adventure.

Lan Ting's plan was to have herself delivered to the company by express courier, like a tightly wrapped shipment, sealed in a small wooden crate and moved around.

She had already ordered a sturdy wooden crate with sloping air vents on all six sides, obscuring the interior from the outside but allowing for unobstructed airflow. The inside of the crate was lined with black velvet, underneath which was a thick 8cm layer of foam, providing a soft and enveloping feeling like a baby in the womb. A hidden device in one corner housed a small battery and controller. The crate lid opened at the top, with concealed hinges and latches that could only be opened from the inside.

She chose FedEx, her most trusted courier service, even though it was more expensive, because the promise of next-day delivery and excellent service were reliable. She informed them to pick up the crate at the villa at 4 PM; if no one was home, the door would be left open, and the crate would be in the yard. The shipping label was already signed; they could simply take it.

The shipping label clearly stated "books and precision instruments" to explain the weight and ensure gentle handling, with a "do not invert" sign prominently displayed on the box.

She also informed her secretary beforehand that important items were arriving and to be placed in the inner room of the CEO's office, where no one was allowed to touch them. The secretary was an obedient and conscientious young woman; she wouldn't make a mistake on such a small matter.

She set all her phones to voicemail.

She also prepared many toys, clothes, and supplies—things she had accumulated over the years.

She planned to have some fun and seek some excitement.

After lunch, Lan Ting rested and relaxed,

then took a shower and thoroughly cleaned herself. She did a thorough cleaning—hair, skin, mouth, even performing a colon cleanse.

After drying her hair, she applied simple makeup, sprayed perfume, and applied talcum powder to her joints. A cool, refreshed girl stood in front of the mirror, feeling completely relaxed, every pore open. "

Let's begin," Lan Ting told herself.

Several vibrating toys entered her, and she savored the slow entry, her lower abdomen immediately feeling full. Two flat objects were also attached to her chest, fitting snugly and discreetly. She knew this was just a facade; once electrified, they would immediately vibrate wildly, releasing tiny currents—a sensation like being pricked by a rosebud. The other devices were the same.

She arranged the individual wires together, letting them hang between her legs.

A set of red silk shapewear slid onto her body. Looking in the mirror, her already high breasts appeared even more prominent, her already perfect curves flawlessly rounded. She then put on a pair of black stockings, connecting them to the garter belt of her shapewear.

Then she picked up a bodysuit, a high-end item she had brought back from abroad. It was extremely elastic, very tight, and had micropores that prevented it from feeling stuffy. To make it easier to put on, she first applied some talcum powder to her legs, then rolled up the latex suit and slowly slipped it on, left first, then right, smoothing it out. She then unzipped the zipper between her legs, threaded the neatly arranged wires through, adjusted the zipper's position, and simultaneously pulled the latex suit over her full hips. Her lower body immediately shimmered with a black sheen, revealing a perfect curve. She applied talcum powder to her hands again, carefully tucking her entire arm into the integrated sleeve and gloves, ensuring each finger was in its proper place, smoothing out every wrinkle. Then, she placed the shoulders of the suit on her shoulders, straightened her posture, and immediately felt the excellent elasticity of the latex suit; even the lower part of the suit felt even tighter and more taut. Next came dealing with the zipper at the back, a more difficult step, but Lan Ting was an expert. She had already threaded a thin string through the zipper. With one hand, she pulled the string upwards from behind her neck, while with the other hand, she pulled the two sides of the zipper together from behind. With a series of scraping sounds, the latex suit tightly wrapped around her body, all the way up to the high collar that encased her slender neck.

She adjusted the clothes again until the latex suit clung to her skin like a second skin.

Her gaze fell on a corset on the table—a red, Gothic court corset, satin, with a steel frame, and a maximum size of only 16 inches. This type of corset could perfectly outline the perfect hourglass figure of a woman, but the overly strict design also gave the wearer a strong sense of restraint, constantly reminding her of its presence. And this was precisely the kind of thrill that Lan Ting and her ilk sought.

(2)

Lan Ting wrapped the corset around her waist, taking a deep breath and tightening her lower abdomen while slowly tightening the thin rope behind her waist. This was a familiar task, but it was a bit difficult today. After all, although her hands, wrapped in latex, were still flexible, they felt much less sensitive. And since the rope was behind her, she couldn't see it and had to rely on her sense of touch. Lan Ting tightened it again and again until she felt breathless, until the two sides of the corset touched together, until her waist became an exaggeratedly thin 16 inches, before she tied a few tight knots and threaded the excess rope through the loops on both sides.

After finishing, Lan Ting adjusted the corset, especially the support for her chest. Her chest, which had been somewhat flattened by the elasticity of the tight latex suit, was now perfectly supported by the corset's bust support.

Lan Ting then found a cotton rope and made a simple thong to further restrict her lower body, allowing the vibrating toy hidden between her legs to penetrate deeply into her body.

Wearing a pair of red high heels, she tried walking like a model in front of the mirror. She felt no discomfort, except for that strange sense of pressure, fullness, and tightness.

Lan Ting stopped, hesitated, and her gaze settled on a latex gag and a latex hood. The hood was clearly part of her latex outfit, gleaming black, with a buckle around the neck and a locked stainless steel collar. She knew that once she put it on and locked the collar, she would have no way to remove it except by completely destroying it with tools. She had already left the key in her office.

The latex gag was slightly too large for her small mouth; it would completely fill it, preventing her from making a sound. The elasticity of the latex would be very uncomfortable, especially if she wore it for a long time and couldn't remove it. Pushing it out with her tongue? Even without fastening the belt, it would be difficult, let alone with the taut, rubbery hood over the belt.

"If you're going to play, play to your heart's content!" Lan Ting shoved the gag into her mouth in one go, tightened the belt, forcefully pushed open the hood with both hands, and squeezed her head into it. After adjusting the openings for her eyes and nostrils, she fastened the neck area of the hood to the neck area of the latex suit with buckles, put on a stainless steel collar, tightened it, and gently pressed the brass lock. With a click, she locked herself up.

Almost done, she tried to shout. Perfectly, the sound, suppressed by the gag and hood, was barely audible, like a mosquito's murmur.

A pair of leather handcuffs tightly bound her wrists and locked them up. She chose leather handcuffs because they provided a tight feel without causing injury from excessive force. Of course, without tools or a key, she couldn't unlock them herself. A ring was attached to the handcuffs, but the two handcuffs weren't connected yet. Because she still had one crucial step to complete:

packing.

The box was in the courtyard, placed in a corner.

Lan Ting turned off the room light and carefully scanned her surroundings before leaving. It was quiet; there was no one around.

Lan Ting slipped out of the room, locked the door, and hid the key in a concealed corner. She quickly approached the iron gate of the courtyard, pulled the latch, so that the delivery company personnel could easily enter by pushing the gate open.

Lan Ting quickly hid in the corner where the boxes were kept. She opened the box lid, shifted her legs, and sat diagonally on the side panel of the box.

First, she inserted the power cord dangling between her legs into the control box in the corner of the bottom of the box and tightened the screw. It was a flexible spiral wire, like a telephone cord, which could be stretched very long and was very strong, with a spiral connector that was not easy to come loose.

The battery was already fully charged and would last a long time. The control box was programmed, with a pre-set program that would activate every two hours for half an hour, with a light-heavy-light setting, and a slight electric shock in between, although the shock was random.

She used wide duct tape to restrain her legs. At this moment, the roll of wide duct tape was placed inside the box. Lan Ting pressed her legs together and, starting from her feet, wrapped them several times around the insteps and the tops of her feet, along with her high heels; she wrapped them several times around her ankles; and she wrapped them several times around her knees.

Lan Ting tried it out; her feet felt very tight, as if they were one piece; her knees were slightly loose. This was intentional; her experience told her that once she sat in the box, her thighs and calves overlapped, and the muscle contraction would make her knees very tight. If they were tight from the start, it would affect blood circulation, which was why she chose wide tape.

(3)

Lan Ting adjusted her position and slowly sat in the box. The box was well-designed, and the thick sponge and soft velvet enveloped her immediately. She lowered her head, rested her chin on her knees, and gently pulled the rope on the lid. The lid closed, and the soft padding inside pressed against her head, creating a small gap in the lid.

She carefully placed her hands behind her back, slowly raised them, and felt for the latch on the suitcase lid. With a strong pull, the latch clicked shut, and the lid closed tightly. To open it again, she only needed to feel for the latch and gently pull it.

Next, she felt for the thin chain hanging from the collar behind her neck, with an unlocked padlock attached. Using the pressure of the suitcase walls, she hooked the padlock onto the rings on her wrist cuffs. The height of the padlock, derived from numerous experiments, was almost the limit of how far she could raise her hands behind her back. Once locked, her hands would be suspended high behind her back, with only limited movement. This limited movement was enough for her to open the suitcase lid latch and retrieve the key from the keychain hanging in the CEO's office drawer. With the key, she could free her hands and herself.

After thinking it over carefully again, as if making a great decision, Lan Ting tightened her grip, and clicked the lock shut.

There was no turning back; she had risked entering an irreversible state.

Even if she wanted to give up, the most she could do was escape the wooden crate, but she couldn't even get into the house; the key was hidden in her current state, and she couldn't reach it.

If she did, the only outcome would be her falling and struggling in the yard, being carried to the police station amidst the pointing fingers of deliverymen or neighbors. How could she face that?

Right now, she sat quietly in the crate, her favorite pose: legs together and curled up, chin resting on her knees, watching TV or listening to music, or doing nothing at all, just quietly lost in thought. The difference was that usually she would hug her legs with her arms, but now her arms were tied high behind her back.

She tried to struggle. Her whole body was tense, unable to move, but there was no pain from the binding or the numbness from poor blood circulation.

She waited quietly, like a baby in its mother's womb.

Suddenly, she felt anticipation—anticipation of the delivery, anticipation of the electric current, or anticipation of an adventure? She couldn't say for sure.

Shipped today, left in the warehouse overnight, arriving at the company first thing tomorrow morning. After work, she can leisurely leave, have 24 hours, sleep a few times, enjoy the stimulation of toys, and if she's lucky, even eavesdrop on the company employees' gossip from inside the box.

Just thinking about it is exciting…

After some time, she heard someone knocking at the door; the courier company had arrived.

No one answered. A moment later, the person went around to the courtyard, knocked on the iron gate a few times, and gently pushed it open with a creak. Three people entered the courtyard, collecting the order, signing, and moving things—very professional movements.

"What's so heavy?"

"Books, instruments. Be careful, don't bump into anything."

Lan Ting felt her body lighten as she was lifted off the ground, swaying slightly as she was put down. Through the slight vibration, she knew she had left home and boarded the courier company's truck.

Several movers got into the truck, one sitting on the box containing Lan Ting.

"Last batch of goods, we can go home after delivering to the warehouse."

"Hey, it's the weekend, want to have a couple of drinks?"

…

The weekend?! Lan Ting's mind went blank for a moment, completely stunned. She had considered every aspect, except that it was Friday. What to do? What to do? She was at a loss.

A tremor came, this time from inside her body. The control box started at this moment, and the increasingly strong tremor, coupled with the sudden electric shock, made her so dazed that she had no time to think about anything... (4)

Half an hour later, when Lan Ting woke up from her extreme excitement, the courier company's car had arrived at the warehouse. In the midst of the frantic rush, Lan Ting went from extreme high to ice cave. How to face it was the choice in front of her.

Taking advantage of the presence of people, she moved the buckle on the box lid and emerged from the wooden box, appearing in front of everyone in this extremely bizarre form, accepting everyone's ridicule, appearing in the newspapers and on television. This was a nightmare that she could not escape even if she went back to America; or should she endure it and spend Saturday and Sunday in confinement... Out of a girl's pride and self-esteem, the former choice was something she would rather die than accept. It was simply unimaginable.

The second option, however, raises the question: could she hold out that long?

Was there a third option? Caught

in this extreme contradiction, Lan Ting felt a burning heat throughout her body, fully experiencing that feeling of powerlessness and helplessness; she could feel her heart pounding wildly. For a moment, her soul seemed to leave her body, lost in a daze.

The box stopped abruptly, and she was placed on the warehouse floor.

Amidst the whistles of cars, she seemed to hear vehicles coming and going.

With a thud, packages were thrown on the ground, around her, and onto the wooden crate where she was hiding.

"Why are there so many packages today?" a middle-aged woman shrieked.

"It's the weekend, so there's bound to be a lot. Three more trucks haven't returned yet. We're moving them in—that one, that one, and that wooden crate." Lan Ting suddenly felt the box move, realizing they were talking about her.

"It's too heavy. Two people, give us a hand," someone said.

"Everyone's busy, use your brain! Just rummage through the boxes," another person scolded impatiently.

Lan Ting felt the boxes flip over and immediately went from sitting to lying on her side. But that wasn't all; another jolt followed, and she was upside down. Her head and shoulders were on the ground, supporting her entire weight.

Perhaps the warehouse was too dark, or perhaps these people always handled things this roughly. The mover completely ignored the prominent "Handle with care, do not invert" signs on the boxes.

This is a well-known courier company—it's utterly barbaric! I'm going to file a complaint! Lan Ting gritted her teeth in anger.

Another series of thumping sounds followed, and the packages in the warehouse piled up like a small mountain, with the wooden crates at the bottom.

Finally, silence fell. As the light outside the boxes dimmed, the large iron gate slammed shut, and the warehouse was locked. The courier company employees had all gone home for the weekend. They never dreamed that among the goods they had carelessly placed, a beautiful young woman was in such a predicament.

Lan Ting shook her body violently, but the wooden crate remained motionless. Clearly, it was jammed shut by the packaging all around, and piled high on top. The lid was also stuck underneath and couldn't be opened.

She screamed in despair, but the large gag and tight latex hood completely deprived her of her voice. She was certain that even if someone stood next to the pile of goods, they couldn't hear her.

Well, now she didn't need to make a difficult choice; she could only wait. No one could save her, not even herself. This was utter helplessness, utter confinement and imprisonment.

No one would come to the warehouse for two days. Besides waiting, all she could do was wait.

The most urgent thing was to adjust her position; head down, she couldn't hold that position for long. But this simple movement wasn't easy for her. She twisted and turned desperately, screaming without restraint, until she broke out in a sweat, finally managing to sit up on her back, legs raised, a more comfortable position.

She needed to conserve her energy. She knew a long ordeal awaited her.

Just as she was about to rest, the vibrations started again, every two hours—time flew by.

She was now completely uninhibited, her entire being focused on the sensations. She responded to each vibration, both fearful and expectant of the unpredictable electric shocks. When she was happy, she shouted, shouted with all her might; when she was excited, she moved, moved with all her might.

For years, she hadn't been so unrestrained. Many reserved Chinese people never knew what it felt like to be truly unrestrained. But she, at this moment, didn't care.

Half an hour later, the vibrations stopped, and Lan Ting fell asleep contentedly, until the next vibration woke her.

…

And so, Lan Ting spent two whole days in this half-asleep, half-awake state. She had long lost her sense of time, but she could roughly estimate the frequency of the vibrations—once every two hours—the program wouldn't malfunction. She knew it was late Sunday night; the temperature and the quiet outside told her that in a few hours, she would be on her way again.

Perhaps it was the sealed space of the box, or perhaps it was the latex clothing that reduced moisture loss, but Lan Ting's biggest worry—dehydration—wasn't as severe as she had anticipated, and she didn't feel as weak as she expected.

Her jaw, shoulder, elbow, and waist joints, which had initially felt pain and numbness, now seemed to have gotten used to. Lan Ting moved her body a bit; everything was normal.

She began consciously restoring muscle activity, rotating her wrists, twisting her waist, and moving her neck.

Accompanied by the clanging of the iron gate, a cacophony of voices filled the warehouse, a chaotic scene of moving and sorting.

"Who turned this wooden box upside down? Didn't they see the markings on it?" a roar erupted. Silence fell immediately outside.

"There's a strange smell. Did some special reagent spill from the equipment?" "You guys, I hope you haven't caused any trouble! Hurry up and pick it up!" The crowd hurriedly flipped the box 180 degrees, and Lan Ting went from lying on her back to prone with her knees and head on the ground.

Lan Ting blushed. She knew the strange smell they detected was from her bodily secretions; she couldn't recall if urine was mixed in. She only felt a sticky, uncomfortable sensation in her lower body.

Having come this far, she had to persevere and complete this adventurous journey, no matter the difficulties.

Loading, transporting, carrying upstairs, receiving the goods—everything went smoothly.

With a thud, Lan Ting knew the wooden crate was now in the inner suite of her office. This was her private office; the outer area was for her work and receiving subordinates and guests, while the inner area was for her to rest, with a private bathroom. Normally, no one would come in. Her secretary was at the door outside the suite, responsible for reception and appointments.

Lan Ting's original plan was to wait quietly in the crate, listening to the employees outside until after work in the afternoon. Everyone would be gone, the door locked, and she would be absolutely safe.

But now it was different. The extra two days of confinement had left her thirsty and hungry, and the sticky feeling in her lower body was unbearable.

No one would come in; the president wasn't there, and the secretary had already locked the doors.

Lan Ting decided to risk going out.

She fumbled for the latch on the box lid, turning it several times until she lost her sense of direction. After some effort, with a click, the lid opened. She slowly straightened up, the fresh air instantly invigorating her. She first sat on the side of the box, then carefully lifted her feet to move them out of the wooden box. She hopped towards the keychain in the filing cabinet, a power cord trailing behind.

She turned around, her hands searching for the keys, then fumbled for the brass lock that held her wrists. Her arms were no longer used to free movement, so she slowly swung them around, then quickly removed her collar, hood, and gag. She closed her frozen jaw with her hand and moved it up and down a few times.

She quickly unscrewed a bottle of water, sprawled on the floor, and gulped it down.

She let out a comfortable sigh, then lay flat on the floor, lounging lazily.

Suddenly, a pair of high heels appeared before her. She froze, her gaze following the shapely legs clad in stockings.

Her secretary stared at her with wide, astonished eyes, her fist pressed against her small mouth, frozen like a statue!

(5)

In an instant, Lan Ting's heart sank to the bottom of the sea. She had planned everything, but she had still been exposed.

However, her years of experience in the business world reminded her that now was not the time for regret. She had to do something, and she could do something. Especially since her opponent was her secretary, a female college graduate from a remote rural area, a little girl who had always been subservient to her. She had to take the initiative and remain assertive.

"You saw everything?" Lan Ting asked coldly.

"Saw... no, no... no..." the secretary stammered.

"Lock the door first, then fill the bathtub with hot water."

Lan Ting didn't ask any more questions or explain. Since she had already seen it, what use would explanation be?

Watching her secretary nervously lock the door and go to the bathroom to fill the tub, Lan Ting took the opportunity to put herself on the floor, chewing on a biscuit and relaxing her body. How relaxing! She felt like she had been liberated in 1949.

The secretary went into the bathroom and didn't come out again. Lan Ting knew that the secretary was still in shock and terrified. But that wasn't enough. Lan Ting decided to push things a little harder.

She tore off the tape on her legs, unscrewed the wires from the wooden box, and, still wearing the latex suit and corset, walked into the bathroom. In front of the secretary, she removed the collar, took off the corset, and slowly peeled off the latex suit. Without any hesitation, she ordered the secretary to help her untie the belt, help her undress, and help her take out the vibrating toy she had removed from her body.

Then, she threw herself into the hot water of the bathtub and ordered the secretary to bring a basin and a wet cloth to clean the latex suit and the toy.

Since she'd seen it, she might as well see it all!

She enjoyed the soothing warmth of the hot water while watching her secretary with interest.

The secretary was a pretty girl, of medium build, slightly thin, with a youthful air that hadn't yet been worn down by society; her timid expression resembled that of a wronged schoolgirl. She wore a slightly faded office lady outfit: a purple silk blouse, a black pencil skirt, black stockings, and high heels, perfectly outlining her graceful curves.

She watched the secretary's restrained movements, relishing her embarrassment, especially when the secretary trembled as she cleaned the vibrating toy. Click! A flash went off; Lan Ting magically produced a camera, capturing the secretary's actions with the vibrating toy, and then snapped several more photos amidst the secretary's frantic movements. The secretary jumped up, like a startled rabbit, and burst into tears.

Lan Ting didn't try to comfort her, but simply waited quietly for the rabbit to calm down. She didn't explain about the photos either; she knew that there was actually a hidden camera in the bathroom that could record everything that happened that day, albeit with blurry images.

"How long have you been with my company?" Her tone was calm, devoid of any emotion.

"Nine months."

"A college graduate from last year?"

"Yes."

"Graduated last July, so it's been about 15 months now. What were you doing for the first six months?" "I couldn't find a suitable job." "Are you satisfied with your work at my company?" "

Yes." "

What about the compensation? How have I treated you?"

"The compensation is pretty good, the company is very humane, and you've been very good to me!" Lan Ting paused, not continuing the topic. She said, "I'd say I'm a somewhat successful person, right?" "Yes." "For many years, I've been a good girl at home, an excellent student abroad, and a successful and eye-catching woman in society. But if someone tells others what I saw today, how can I live?" "Ms. Lan, I... I won't tell anyone, absolutely! I swear!" "Swear? Is that useful?" "Well..." The secretary was speechless. In this society, there's always a crisis of trust between people.

"To protect yourself, I'll give you two choices: '

First, there's 20,000 yuan in the drawer. It's hush money. Take the money, leave this city, disappear from my world, and keep what happened today a secret. If it's exposed, I'll use all the company's assets to buy your life.' 'Second, take action and convince me you won't tell anyone. Then, starting tomorrow, you'll be a Level 2 clerk, and your salary will increase by 800 yuan per month.' 'Take action? What action is more effective than a vow?' the secretary asked doubtfully.

'Do you know the 'Oath of War'? '

I've seen the movie.'

'If you want to join the underworld, when someone kills, you stab them a couple of times; if you want to join Liangshan, you intercept some bandits. That's how people will believe you. You do the same.' 'Do I have to wear these things too?' 'Yes, and I also need to leave some evidence.'

'This…' the secretary looked troubled."

"Are you a virgin?"

The secretary blushed even more, and under Lan Ting's persistent questioning, she stammered after a long pause, "I used to be..." Lan Ting burst into laughter. After laughing, she said,

"I don't need your answer now. Go out first, and tell me your decision after work." "Lock the door from the outside; I want to rest a bit more," Lan Ting added, closing her eyes.

...

It's too late to worry now. Lan Ting simply stopped thinking about it. Years of experience told her she could control the situation.

A young girl from a rural area in western China, inexperienced in the ways of the world, was at the age where she was seeing the world with innocent eyes. With a little guidance, she would be led down the path Lan Ting had set. Besides, she had no choice.

Lan Ting felt no guilt whatsoever; she never thought there was anything wrong with her peculiar hobby. A hobby was just her own hobby.

After work, Lan Ting, wearing only a nightgown, lay half-reclined on the sofa, quietly waiting for her secretary to arrive.

A rustling sound came, and the secretary awkwardly entered the office.

"Did you check online about my behavior today?"

"Yes, oh, no, no..."

Lan Ting smiled knowingly. Her secretary must have searched online and gained some basic information. She gave her time to let her develop her own curiosity. Curiosity killed the cat, and this girl was no exception.

"Have you decided?"

There was no reply. After hesitating for a while, the secretary said something cryptic:

"Being tied up like that must have been uncomfortable, right?"

Lan Ting's heart suddenly relaxed. She knew she didn't need to worry anymore. She might have actually benefited from this misfortune and wouldn't have to play alone anymore.

"Did you scratch your armpits? Were they itchy?" Lan Ting didn't answer, but instead said something even more cryptic.

"It doesn't itch."

"Have you ever had your armpits tickled? Was it itchy?"

"Itchy, very itchy. In college, a few classmates pinned me down and tickled me. It was so itchy that tears streamed down my face, and I almost fainted." "The same stimulation, the same area, do you know why the difference is so big?" "No." "Because when your brain sends instructions to your hand, it also sends signals to your skin. Two prepared and extremely trusting bodies won't stimulate each other." Lan Ting decided to enlighten her secretary and guide her properly.

"Human feelings have three levels. The lowest level is active, self-stimulation, like scratching an itch. The second level is reactive, stimulated by others, like a couple. At the beginning, it's fresh, there's a lack of understanding and trust, a strong sense of stimulation, but as familiarity and understanding grow, the feeling fades, even reaching a point where it's 'like the left hand touching the right.

' The highest level of feeling is passive. Because you don't know the intensity, location, or manner of the stimulation, you'll feel tense, afraid, and apprehensive. You'll mobilize all your sensory abilities to cope with the irresistible stimulation, and therefore, this is the most intense stimulation. And we are simply savoring this intense stimulation. You can try it; you'll find it addictive and enjoy it." "I'm a little scared," the secretary said.

"That's the feeling I want. Go take a shower and clean yourself up." Watching the secretary enter the bathroom and hearing the running water, Lan Ting began preparing things. She prepared some less harsh items. For the first time, she wanted her obedient secretary to have the maximum enjoyment within her limits.

She pushed open the bathroom door, admiring the secretary's clean and healthy body.

She directed her secretary, instructing her to perform a thorough cleaning.

She personally dried the secretary's hair, tied it into a simple ponytail, and applied heavy smoky makeup.

She snatched the secretary's suit and threw it in the washing machine, then dressed the secretary in a brightly colored shapewear set—stockings, bra, nothing missing.

The most difficult part was dealing with the vibrating toys; even after they were all put back in their places, the secretary's body was still trembling, her face flushed crimson.

It was still a one-piece latex bodysuit, only this time in purple. With the help of talcum powder and Lan Ting, her hands, feet, and body were perfectly covered, making her curves even more alluring. Especially with the help of a bright silver court-style corset, her waist was slimmer, her hips more perky, and her breasts more lifted.

Lan Ting pulled the secretary over, showing her body in front of the mirror, in front of the hidden camera, and occasionally taking photos.

The secretary stared at herself in astonishment in the mirror; she had never imagined her body was so beautiful, her face so lovely. A fairy, so she could become a fairy after all.

The only incongruous thing was the spiraling electrical wire dangling between his legs.

For the next move, Lan Ting didn't intend to let her secretary take the initiative; she wanted to emphasize the unpredictability and passivity.

Lan Ting took out a roll of wide, transparent tape. The tape's tightness, convenience, and harmlessness were all reasons for her choice.

She tightly bound it around the secretary's knees, ankles, and insteps. She placed the secretary's hands behind her back, clasped them together, and tied them tightly at the wrists, then slowly pulled them upwards. The secretary was extremely flexible, easily bringing her elbows together.

The secretary couldn't move at all. She demanded it stop, but it was no longer her choice.

A latex gag silenced all her objections. Clearly, the secretary was uncomfortable with the feeling of a gag, or perhaps the gag was simply too large for her small mouth.

Even her right to protest with her eyes was taken away; a black blindfold completely covered her eyes.

"Enjoy this, my little darling," Lan Ting whispered in her secretary's ear. Then, two clear, soft silicone earplugs completely blocked out all sound; the secretary couldn't hear a single sound from the outside world.

A latex hood was tightly fitted over the secretary's head, and after adjusting the position of her nostrils, it was secured at the neck with a collar. This hood, designed to match the latex suit, was sealed, with only two nostrils open. The hood further amplified the deprivation of hearing, sight, and speech.

The sudden absolute silence and darkness made the secretary tense; her body trembled violently.

"I forgot to tell you earlier, do you know why blind people have such better hearing and touch than sighted people? It's because blind people allocate all the resources of their brain's sensory center to hearing and touch, while sighted people only allocate less than 10%. Now, you've lost both hearing and sight, and over 95% of the sensory resources they occupy have been transferred to your only remaining sense of touch. You'll find yourself ten times more sensitive than before. Enjoy it, it's quite rare," Lan Ting said mischievously, knowing that even if she raised her voice, the secretary couldn't hear her.

Lan Ting moved the secretary's stiff body, laid her flat on the ground, and curled her into a ball. With the squeak of the wide tape, the secretary gradually solidified into a cocoon.

Lan Ting laboriously moved the secretary to the box, plugged in the power control box, placed a small cushion under her head, and then placed the secretary flat inside the box. Immediately, the soft cushions around the box completely enveloped the secretary. This was truly a feeling of being in the womb.

Lan Ting adjusted the position again, comfortably placing the secretary's head on the cushion, and checked her nostrils to ensure unobstructed breathing.

She closed the lid and sealed it with tape.

Lan Ting didn't adjust the control box settings again; she believed the vibrations every two hours and the slight electric shocks in undetectable sensitive areas were enough to make her secretary lose control.

Having done all this, Lan Ting turned off the lights and left work, leaving her secretary

alone in the building. She planned to release her after work the next day, listening to the sounds coming from the wooden box in the inner room while she worked. She might not hear anything, but the thought of having such a secretary accompany her was exhilarating.

Her secretary would endure an unforgettable time—helplessness, silence, darkness, pain, excitement, even despair.

When she rescued her, Lan Ting would be her god!

(The End)

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