That day, she mailed herself.

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1)
Some say that Lan Ting is a beautiful girl with a good figure; some say that Lan Ting is a smart and successful "sea turtle" with a high level of education; and some say,
"It's too heavy, let two people help." One person said.
Lan Ting has an outgoing personality and outstanding temperament. They are all right, but they only see her sunny side. Just like the moon always faces the bright side of mankind
, they may never have dreamed that she also has such a strange side. Here, SM is absolutely shocking!
Stimulation, stimulation of the soul and flesh, this is a special hobby that Lan Ting picked up when she was 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 the stomach and intestines by drinking strong liquor, and some people seek satisfaction in challenging the limits and rubbing their skin, she is just lingering on
a kind of In the strong restraint, in helplessness and darkness, in fear and terror, in the endless long wait, she experiences a special and strong pleasure
. This hobby is much more sunny. At least, she will not bother anyone.
Five years ago, Lan Ting left the United States and, with the support of her family, independently founded an import-export company.
Three years ago, Lan Ting's company grew, and she purchased a separate floor on the 25th floor of a trade center for office use; now she has more than 30 employees.
A year ago, she bought a villa 20 km away in the suburbs, nestled on a hillside and surrounded by trees, offering excellent privacy.
In her spare time, Lan Ting retreats to her home, indulging in her unique hobbies; the constant sunshine outside only intensifies her longing.
Provocative actions can never truly capture that feeling of helplessness.
It's time to embark on an adventure.
She has commissioned a sturdy wooden crate with sloping windows on all six sides, obscuring the interior from the outside but allowing for unobstructed airflow. The wooden crate's
interior was lined with black velvet, underneath which was a thick layer of foam, providing a soft and reassuring feel, like a baby in the womb.
A hidden compartment in one corner housed a small battery and controller. The crate lid opened from the top, with concealed hinges and latches allowing it to be opened from the inside.
She chose FedEx, her most trusted courier service, despite its higher price, for its reliable next-day delivery and superior service. She informed them to pick
up the crate at the villa at 4 PM; if no one answered, 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 listed books and other special items to explain the weight and ensure gentle handling. The " Do Not Invert" label was pasted on a dry spot on the box.
Lan Ting then found a cotton rope and made a simple thong to reinforce the lower body, allowing the erotic toy hidden between her legs to penetrate deeply into her body. This was true restraint and confinement. 　　She had also informed her secretary in advance that some of her important items had arrived and should be received and placed in the inner room of the president's office, where no one was allowed to touch them. 　　The secretary was an obedient and hardworking young woman; she wouldn't let her down with such a small matter. 　　She had set voicemail on all her phones. 　　She had also prepared many toys, clothes, and tools—items she had accumulated over the years. 　　She planned to have some fun and find some excitement. 　　After lunch, Lan Ting rested for a while to adjust her state. 　　"Contentment." 　　Then she took a shower and thoroughly cleaned herself. She did it very thoroughly—hair, skin, mouth, even her intestines. 　　After drying her hair, she did a simple two-step makeup routine, sprayed some perfume, and applied some talcum powder to her knuckles. A cool, refreshed girl stood in front of the mirror, feeling completely relaxed , every pore open. 　　"Let's begin," Lan Ting said to herself. 　　(A vibrating toy entered their place, and she experienced the feeling of it slowly entering, her lower abdomen quickly feeling a sense of fullness. Two flat devices were also attached to her chest, very well-fitting and inconspicuous. She knew this was just a facade; once powered on, it would quickly start moving wildly, and would also release a little bit current, like the feeling of being pricked by a rose, and the others were the same. 　　She straightened the individual wires, combined them into one, and let it hang between her legs. 　　A set of red silk shapewear slid onto her body. Looking in the large mirror, her already high breasts became even more prominent, and her already perfect curves were rounded without a single flaw. She then put on a pair of black stockings, connecting the stockings to the garter belt of the underwear. 　　Lan Ting felt her body lighten, and she was lifted off the ground, swaying as she was put down. Through a slight vibration, she knew she had left home and gotten on the express train. 　　Then she picked up a bodysuit, which was...) The high-end latex suit she brought back from abroad was exceptionally elastic, with a strong, tight fit, and although it had micropores, it didn't show through. For ease of wearing, she first applied some talcum powder to her legs, then rolled up the latex suit and slowly put it on, left first, then right, smoothing it out. Afterward, she unzipped the suit between her legs, threaded the prepared wire through, adjusted the zipper's position, and then simultaneously pulled the latex suit up over her full buttocks with both hands. Her lower body rapidly 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, each finger finding its place, smoothing out every wrinkle. Then, she placed the shoulders of the garment on her shoulders, straightening her posture. She quickly felt the superior elasticity of the latex suit, even the lower part of the suit... A thin rope, one hand pulling upwards behind her neck, the other pulling the zipper together from the back. With a squeak, the latex suit was perfectly secured to her body, all the way up to the high collar that hugged her slender neck. 　　She adjusted the suit again until it clung to her skin like a second skin. 　　Her gaze fell on a corset on the table—a red Gothic court corset, satin, steel frame, with a maximum size of only 16 inches. This corset could perfectly accentuate a woman's hourglass figure, but its overly restrictive design also made the wearer feel intensely constrained, constantly reminding her of its presence. And this was precisely the kind of thrill that people like Lan Ting sought. However... It's just a slightly unusual hobby! One of her classmates is worth over 100 million, but he likes to steal. He gets itchy if he doesn't steal for three days. Compared to her, Lan Ting's 　　(2) 　　Lan Ting put on the corset, took a deep breath, tightened her lower abdomen, and began to gradually tighten the thin rope behind her waist. This was originally a difficult task, but it was . After all, although her hands, which were protected by the latex suit, did not lose their flexibility, they felt much worse. And the position of tightening the thin rope was behind her, so she could only rely on her sense of touch. 　　"Do you tickle your own armpits? Does it itch?" Lan Ting did not answer, but said something even more ambiguous. Lan Ting tightened it again and again until she felt breathless, until the two sides of the corset touched each other, until her waist became thin.

The exaggerated 16 inches, she only tied a tight knot and threaded the excess string through the loops on both sides.
After finishing, Lan Ting adjusted the corset, especially the bust support. Her breasts, which had been somewhat flattened by the elasticity of the tight latex suit,
were now perfectly supported by the corset's bust bra.
Lan Ting paused, hesitating. Her gaze fell on a latex gag and a latex hood. The latex hood was clearly part of her latex suit,
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 having someone completely destroy it. She had already left the key in her office.
The elasticity of the latex would be very uncomfortable, especially when she wore it for a long time and couldn't remove it. Tongue sticking out? It's hard enough without fastening the belt, let alone the taut,
rubbery hood over it.
If you're going to play, play to your heart's content. Lan Ting shoved the gag into her mouth in one go, fastened the belt, forcefully pried open the hood with both hands, and slipped her head inside .

After adjusting the openings for her eyes and nostrils, she fastened the neck sections of the hood and the latex suit together with the buckles, then put on a stainless steel collar, tightened it, and gently pressed
the brass lock . With a click, she locked herself in.
Completely done, she tried to shout, but the sound, suppressed by the gag and hood, was barely audible, like a mosquito's murmur.
She snatched her secretary's suit and threw it in the washing machine, then dressed her in a brightly colored shapewear set—stockings, bra, nothing could be missing.
Having such a secretary by her side at work—the thought alone made her blood boil.
She wouldn't hurt herself by force, but of course, without a tool or key, she couldn't unlock it herself. A ring was attached to the leather straps; at this moment, the two straps weren't connected.
Lan Ting turned off the room light and carefully scanned her surroundings before leaving. It was quiet; there wasn't a soul around.
Because she still had the most important step to complete:
packing.
The box was in the courtyard, placed in a corner.
Lan Ting slipped out of the room, locked the door, and hid the key in a concealed corner. She quickly approached the courtyard gate, pulled the latch, so that the delivery
person could easily push the gate open and enter.
Lan Ting quickly hid in the corner where the box was placed. She opened the box lid, shifted her legs, and sat diagonally on the box's side panel.
First, she inserted the wire dangling between her legs into the control box in the corner of the bottom of the box and tightened the screws. This was like a telephone cord... The delicate spiral thread
could be stretched very long and was very strong; the spiral joint did not easily come loose.
The battery was already fully charged and could last a long time. The control box was programmable, and the preset program was to start every 2 hours, each time for half an hour.
She used wide tape to bind her legs. The roll of wide tape was currently in the box. Lan Ting pressed her legs together, starting with her feet, wrapping the insteps and ankles, including
the high heels (10 circles); wrapping the ankles with (10 circles); and wrapping around the knees with (10 circles).
Lan Ting tried it; her feet were 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 it was tight from the start, it would affect blood circulation, which was why she used wide tape.
(3)
Lan Ting adjusted her position and gradually sat down in the box. The box's space was well-designed, with thick sponge and soft velvet quickly enveloping her.
The only incongruous thing was the spiral wire dangling between her legs.
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 found the latch on the lid. With a strong pull, the latch snapped shut, and the lid closed
tightly . To open it, she only needed to find the latch and gently pull it open.
Then, she felt the thin wire hanging from the collar behind her neck . A chain, with an open padlock hanging from it. Using the pressure of the box walls, she hooked the padlock
onto the round handcuffs on her wrists one by one. The height of the padlock came from her numerous experiments (almost the limit she could reach with her hands behind her back). Once locked, her
hands would be stretched high behind her back, only able to swing slightly. Of course, this slight swing would be enough for her to pry open the box lid latches and
retrieve the key from the key chain hanging on the drawer of the company president's office. With the key, she could free her hands, free herself.
After thinking it over carefully again, as if making a great decision, Lan Ting tightened her grip, click, the lock was locked.
There was absolutely no way back; she was risking entering an irreversible situation.
If she really... The only possible outcome of doing so would be to fall and struggle in the yard, then be carried to the police station under the direction of deliverymen or neighbors.
How could she face such a fate?
Now, she sits quietly in the box, her favorite everyday posture: legs together and curled up, chin resting on her knees, watching TV or listening to music,
or doing nothing at all, just quietly contemplating her troubles. The difference is that normally she hugs her legs with her arms, but now her arms are tied high behind her back.
She tried to struggle. Her whole body was tense, unable to move an inch, but there was no painful feeling of being bound or the numbness of poor blood circulation.
She waited quietly, like a baby in its mother's womb.
She suddenly began to wait... Is it a wait for the delivery, a wait for the electric current, or an adventure? She herself couldn't say for sure.
It would be shipped today, left in the warehouse overnight, and arrive at the company first thing tomorrow morning. After work, she could relax for 24 hours, sleep,
close the box, and seal it with tape.
She could enjoy the stimulation of toys, and if she was lucky, she could even hide in the box and eavesdrop on the company employees' gossip.
Just thinking about it was exciting…
She didn't know how much time had passed when she heard someone knocking at the door. The delivery company had arrived.
No one answered. After a while, the person went around to the courtyard, knocked on the iron gate, and gently pushed it open with a creak. Three people entered the courtyard, collected
the package, signed for it, and carried it—very professional actions.
"What kind of equipment is so heavy?"
High suddenly felt like she'd fallen into an ice cave; how to face it was a decision before her.
"Books, equipment, be careful not to touch them."
He handed it to the company truck.
(A porter got into the truck, and another sat on the box carrying Lan Ting.)
"The last batch of goods, we can go home after delivering to the warehouse."
"Hey, it's the weekend, want to grab a couple of drinks?"
...
The weekend?! Lan Ting's mind went blank; she was completely stunned. She had considered every detail, except that it was Friday. What to do? What
to do? She frantically tried to figure things out.
A tremor came from within her body. The control box activated at that moment, and the increasingly intense tremors, coupled with the sudden
electric shock, left her in a daze, unable to think of anything…
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Half an hour later, when Lan Ting woke up in extreme joy, the courier company's car had already arrived at the warehouse. In the midst of the chaotic commotion, Lan Ting was in
the newspapers and on television, a nightmare she couldn't escape even if she returned to America; she still had to endure it, spending Saturday and Sunday in confinement…
The latter, the question is, can she maintain that for so long?
Is there a third way to go?
In extreme resistance, Lan Ting felt hot all over, fully experiencing that feeling of powerlessness and helplessness. She could feel her heart pounding. For a
moment , her soul left her body, and she was stunned into a daze.
The box stopped, and she was placed on the warehouse floor.
Amidst the sound of car horns, she seemed to hear cars coming and going.
With a series of thuds, the security certificates were thrown to 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 trucks haven't returned yet, so we're putting them in here. That one, that one, and that wooden crate."
Lan Ting suddenly felt the crate move, realizing that the woman was talking about her.
Lan Ting felt the crate flip over, and she quickly went from sitting up to lying naked. But that wasn't all; another swaying motion left her head upside down. Her head
and shoulders were on the ground, supporting her entire weight.
Perhaps the warehouse was too dark, or perhaps these people were always handling things this roughly. The porter completely ignored the "Handle with care, do
not invert " signs on the crates.
This is a famous courier company; they're really rude. I'm definitely going to complain about them. Lan Ting gritted her teeth in anger.
More thuds followed, and the security certificates piled up into a small mountain in the warehouse, with the wooden crate at the bottom.
Finally, the light outside the box 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 casually placed, a beautiful young girl was in such a predicament.
The box lid was pressed down and couldn't be opened.
She screamed in despair, but the large gag and the latex hood held by Ya Ling 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, including herself. This was utter helplessness.
No one would come to the warehouse for the next two days. Besides waiting, all she could do was wait.
The most urgent thing was that she had to adjust her position. Head down, she couldn't hold it for long. But this simple action wasn't easy for her.
The position was still relatively comfortable.
She needed to conserve her energy. She knew that a long ordeal awaited her.
Just as she was about to rest, the vibrations started again, every two hours. Time really flew by.
Out of girlish pride and self-confidence, the former choice was something she would rather die than accept; it was simply unimaginable.
Now, she was unrestrained, her entire being focused on the sensory experience. She embraced each vibration, both terrified and eagerly anticipating each unexpected shock . For years, she hadn't been this unrestrained. Many reserved Chinese people never knew what
true
enjoyment felt like. But she, at this moment, didn't care
.
...
And so, Lan Ting spent two whole days in a state of half-sleep, half-awake. She had long since lost her sense of time, but she could roughly
estimate once every two hours, the rule wouldn't be broken. She knew it was late Sunday night, and the calm and quiet outside told her that
she had to set off again in a few hours.
Perhaps it was the enclosed space of the suitcase, or perhaps it was the latex clothing that reduced the amount of water in her hair, but the dehydration that Lan Ting had worried about wasn't as severe as she had expected. She also felt that
her body wasn't as weak as she had anticipated.
The pain, soreness, and numbness in her jaw, shoulders, elbows, and waist, which she had initially felt, now seemed to have subsided. Lan Ting swayed her body; everything was normal.
She began to consciously regain muscle activity, twisting her wrists, turning her waist, and shaking her neck.
Accompanied by the clanging of the iron gate, a cacophony of voices filled the warehouse, with moving and sorting in complete chaos.
"Who turned this wooden box upside down? Didn't they see Shan Lingqing's mark?" A whooshing sound rang out. Outside, silence fell instantly.
Unfortunately, without playmates, Lan Ting could only choose "self-bondage," and the limitations of her peace of mind and abilities often prevented her from fully enjoying herself.
"There's a strange smell; could some special reagent have spilled from the equipment?"
"You guys are all lying here, hopefully you haven't caused any trouble, hurry up and help her up!"
The crowd hurriedly flipped the box 10 degrees, turning Lan Ting from a supine position to a prone position with her knees and head on the ground.
Lan Ting blushed; she knew the strange smell they were catching was from her bodily fluids. Whether there was urine mixed in, she couldn't really remember.
She only felt a sticky, unbearable discomfort in her lower body.
Having reached this stage, no matter how difficult, she had to persevere and complete the adventure.
Loading, transporting, going upstairs, receiving the goods—everything went smoothly.
With a thud, Lan Ting knew the wooden box was now in the inner suite of her office. This was her private office; the outer area was where she worked and received her subordinates and
guests , while the inner suite was for her own rest. It had a separate bathroom, and generally no one would come in. Her secretary was at the door outside the suite, responsible for reception and appointments.
Wearing a pair of red... Wearing high heels, she tried walking like a model in front of the mirror. She felt no discomfort, except for that subtle, intense, and tight sensation.
Lan Ting's original plan was to wait quietly in the wooden crate, listening to the employees' conversations outside, until after work in the afternoon. Everyone would be gone, the door locked, and she would be absolutely
safe.
But now things were different. The extra two days of confinement had left her thirsty and hungry, especially the sticky feeling in her lower body, which she couldn't bear.
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 crate lid. (The several turns had already disoriented her.) After some effort, with a click, the lid opened. She slowly
straightened ; the fresh air quickly invigorated her. She first sat on the side of the crate, then carefully lifted her feet to move out. She hopped towards the filing cabinet.
A keychain with a wire trailing behind it.
She turned around, her hands fumbling for the key, trying to unlock the brass lock that would be used to this day. Her arms were no longer used to swinging freely, so she swung them slowly, then
quickly removed the collar, the hood, and the gag. She closed her frozen jaw with her hand and swayed it up and down.
She quickly unscrewed a bottle of water, sat down on the floor, and gulped it down.
She let out a long sigh of relief and laid herself flat on the floor, lying lazily.
As she looked up, a pair of high heels suddenly appeared in front of her. She stopped and looked down at the beautiful legs in stockings.
Her secretary stared at her with wide, astonished eyes, her fist covering her mouth, frozen like a statue!
(5)
In an instant, Lan Ting's heart sank to the bottom of the sea. All her calculations had been exposed.
However, her years of experience in the business world told 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 student from a remote rural area who had just graduated, a little girl who had always been obedient to her. She had to take the initiative and
remain assertive.
"You saw everything?" Lan Ting asked coldly.
"I 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 good would explaining do?
Watching the secretary carefully lock the door and fill the tub, Lan Ting casually laid herself on the floor, chewing on a biscuit and relaxing her
body. Ah, so relaxing! She felt like she'd been liberated in 1949.
The secretary didn't come out of the bathroom. Lan Ting knew she hadn't fully recovered from the shock and was still in a state of fear. But that wasn't enough. Lan Ting
decided to add more pressure.
She spread her legs... She removed the duct tape, unscrewed the electrical wires from the large wooden crate, and, dressed in a latex suit and corset, entered the bathroom. In front of her secretary, she untied her collar,
removed the corset, and slowly undressed. Without any hesitation, she instructed her secretary to assist with untying the belt, undressing, and removing the sex toy she had pulled from her large body.
Then, she threw herself into the hot bathtub, ordering her secretary to bring out a basin, a wet cloth, and clean the latex suit and the toy.
Since she had seen it, she might as well see it all!
She enjoyed the caress of the hot water while watching her secretary with great interest.
This was... A pretty girl, of medium build, slightly thin, with a youthful spirit untouched by the harsh realities of life, her timid expression like that of a wronged student.
Lan Ting's plan was to have herself delivered to the company via express courier, just like the goods Ya Ling had captured, sealed in a small wooden box and moved around.
She wore a slightly faded office lady outfit: a purple silk blouse, a black pencil skirt, black stockings, and high heels, subtly outlining her graceful
curves.
She watched her secretary's restrained movements, enjoying the secretary's awkward expression, especially... It was the moment the secretary was trembling as she handled the vibrating toy. *Click*, a flash went off
, and Lan Ting magically produced a camera, freezing the secretary's movements as she fiddled with the vibrating toy. Then, amidst the secretary's panic, she took several more
photos . The secretary jumped up, like a startled rabbit, and burst into tears.
Lan Ting didn't comfort her, but simply waited quietly for the rabbit to calm down. She didn't explain about the photos either; she knew there was actually a hidden
camera that could record everything that happened today, though she wasn't entirely sure what it was.
"Nine months."
"A college graduate from last year?"
"Yes."
"Graduated last July, so it should be 15 months now. What have you been doing for the past six months?"
"Are you satisfied with your job at my company?"
She twisted her body desperately, shouting without restraint until she broke out in a sweat, then turned into a supine position, back on the ground, legs raised.
"What about your treatment? How have I treated you?"
"The treatment is pretty good, the company is very humane, and you've been very good to me!"
"How long have you been with my company?" Her tone was calm, devoid of any emotion.
Lan Ting paused, not continuing the topic. She said, "I'd say I'm a somewhat successful person, right?" (The
text then abruptly shifts to a different topic, seemingly unrelated to the previous sentences.
) "Yes."
"For many years, I've always been a good girl at home, an excellent student at school, and a successful girl in society. But if
someone tells others what I've seen today, how can I live?"
"President Lan, I... I won't tell anyone, absolutely! I swear!"
Even if she wanted to give up, the most she could do was escape the wooden crate, but she wouldn't even go to the door. The key was hidden, and in her current state, she couldn't reach it.
"A swear? Is that effective?"
"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, whatever you choose:"
"First, there's 20,000 yuan in the drawer. That's your hush money. Take the money, leave this city, disappear from my world, and keep what happened today a secret
. If this is exposed, I'll use all the company's assets to buy your life."
"Second, take action to make me believe you won't tell anyone. Then, starting tomorrow, you'll be a Level 2 clerk, and your monthly salary will increase by (00 yuan)."
"Take action? What action is more effective than a swearing?" the secretary asked, confused.
"Do you know about the Warlords?"
"I've seen the movie."
"If you want to join the underworld, when someone else is killing someone, you stab them a couple of times; if you want to join Liangshan, you intercept someone. That's how people will trust you.
You do the same." "
Do I also need to wear these weapons?"
"Yes, and I need to leave some evidence."
"This…" The secretary looked embarrassed.
"Are you a virgin?"
The secretary blushed even more, and after several rounds of questioning from Lan Ting, she finally stammered, "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." "
Everyone's busy, use your brain! Just rummage through the boxes." Another person impatiently scolded.
"Lock the outside door, I want to rest for a while," Lan Ting added, closing her eyes.
…
Now that things had come to this, worrying was useless. Lan Ting simply stopped thinking about it; years of experience told her she should be able to control the situation.
A naive young girl from a rural western village was at the age where she was looking at the world with innocent eyes; with a little guidance, she would be led down
the path . Besides, she had no choice.
Lan Ting felt no guilt whatsoever; she didn't think there was anything wrong with her unique hobby. A hobby was simply her own hobby.
Having finished work, Lan Ting, wearing only a nightgown, half-reclined on the sofa, quietly waiting for her secretary to arrive.
"Yes, oh, no, nothing..."
Lan Ting smiled wisely. Her secretary must have been browsing relevant websites online and gained a basic understanding. She was giving her time
to cultivate her own curiosity; curiosity killed the cat, and this young girl was no exception.
Taking advantage of the presence of others, she moved the latches on the lid of the box, and it emerged from the large wooden box in its extremely bizarre form, appearing before the world to receive their ridicule.
"Have you decided?"
There was no reply. After hesitating for a long time, the secretary said something inexplicable:
"Being bound with ropes like that must be very painful, right?"
Lan Ting's heart suddenly relaxed. She knew that she didn't need to worry anymore. Perhaps she had suffered a misfortune, and it wasn't a big deal that she had to play this game alone.
"It doesn't itch."
"Have you ever had your armpits tickled? Was it itchy?"
"Itchy, incredibly itchy. In college, a classmate pinned me down and tickled me. It was so itchy I cried, and I almost fainted."
Half an hour later, the vibration stopped, and Lan Ting fell asleep, satisfied, until the next vibration woke her up.
"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 muscles won't
stimulate each other." Lan Ting decided to enlighten her secretary and guide her properly.
"There are three levels of human sensation. The lowest level is active, self-stimulation and self-acceptance. Like tickling yourself. The second level is reactive, stimulation from others,
self-acceptance. Like a couple, at the beginning, it's fresh, there's no tacit understanding, no trust, and a strong sense of stimulation, but as they become familiar and understanding, the feeling fades, and after
a reaches the level of 'like the left hand touching the right hand.'"
"The highest level of feeling is passivity. Because you don't know the intensity, location, or method of the stimulus, you feel important, you feel afraid, you feel cautious.
You mobilize all your sensory power to resist the irresistible stimulus, and thus, this stimulus is extremely intense. And we are merely chewing on this intense stimulus.
You can try it and see; you'll find it delicious and enjoy it."
"I'm a little scared," the secretary said.
"That's the feeling I want. Go in and take a shower, get yourself clean."
Watching her secretary go into the bathroom and hearing the running water, Lan Ting began preparing the equipment. She prepared some less strict equipment. For the first time, she
wanted her obedient secretary to get the maximum enjoyment within her limits.
She pushed open the bathroom door and admired her secretary's snow-white, healthy body.
She instructed her, directing her secretary to perform a thorough cleaning.
A pair of leather handcuffs tightly bound her wrists and locked them. The reason for choosing leather handcuffs was that they could give her a very tight feeling.
The latex gag was slightly too large for her cherry-like mouth; her small mouth would be completely filled, unable to make a sound. At the same time, her breasts...
She personally took care of it, drying Ba Ling Qin Shu's hair, tying it into a simple ponytail, and applying a relatively heavy smoky eye makeup.
The most difficult part was dealing with the vibrating toys. After they were all put in their places, the secretary's body was still trembling, her face as red as if it were bleeding.
Still... The bodysuit was a tight-fitting latex suit, only this time in purple. With the help of talcum powder and Lan Ting's assistance, it perfectly covered her limbs and figure,
making her curves even more alluring. Especially with the help of a bright silver court-style corset, her waist was even slimmer, her hips even more pert, and her breasts even more lifted.
Lan Ting pulled her secretary over and showed her body in front of the mirror, in front of the hidden camera, occasionally taking photos.
The secretary looked at herself in the mirror in astonishment; she never imagined her figure was so beautiful, her face so lovely.
Lan Ting didn't intend for the secretary to take the initiative; she wanted to exploit her uncertainty 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 the tape 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 very flexible; her elbows easily met.
"Did the internet spur my actions today?"
The secretary was completely immobilized. She pleaded for it to stop, but it was no longer her choice.
A latex gag was stuffed into her mouth, silencing any further objections. Clearly, the secretary was uncomfortable with the gag, or perhaps it was
too large for her small mouth.
With muffled sounds, her right to protest was also taken away, and a black blindfold was tightly placed over her eyes.
"Enjoy this, my little darling," Lan Ting whispered in her secretary's ear. Then, two transparent soft silicone earplugs
completely 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 airtight.
A rustling sound came through as the secretary squeezed into the office.
Only her two nostrils were open. The hood further aggravated the deprivation of hearing, sight, and speech.
The sudden absolute isolation and gloom made the secretary suddenly feel uneasy; her body trembled slightly.
"I forgot to tell you earlier, do you know why the hearing and touch of the blind are so much better than those of the sighted? Because all the resources of the blind person's brain's sensory center are
allocated to hearing and touch, while the proportion for the sighted is less than 10%. Now, you have neither hearing nor sight; they occupy 95% of that..." "Transfer all of the above-mentioned
sensory capital to your only remaining sense of touch, and you'll find yourself ten times more sensitive than before. Enjoy it, it's precious!" Lan Ting
said mischievously, knowing that even if she spoke louder, the secretary wouldn't hear her.
Lan Ting moved the secretary's stiff body, laying her flat on the ground, curling her into a ball. With a squeaking sound of duct 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 pillow under her head, and then gently placed the secretary flat inside the box.
The soft padding around the sides of the rapid-fire box completely enveloped the secretary. This was truly a mother-in-the-womb feeling.
Lan Ting adjusted the position again, comfortably placing the secretary's head on the cushion, checking that her nostrils were clear.
Lan Ting didn't adjust the control box settings again; she trusted that the two-hour pulses and the slight electric shocks to unknown sensitive areas were enough to make the secretary unable to control herself
. She could become a fairy, after all
.
Lan Ting turned off the lights and left work, leaving the secretary alone in the building.
She planned to release her after the next shift. She would work while listening to the sounds from the wooden box in the inner room; she might not hear anything, but
her secretary would experience an unforgettable time—helpless, silent, gloomy, painful, impulsive, even hopeless.
When she rescued her, she would be her god!
(End)
Lan Ting shook her body vigorously, but the wooden box did not move. It was obvious that the wooden box was surrounded by guarantee cards, and the food was piled up like a small mountain.

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