The daily life of the Lily Sisters

1. A Morning Awakened from Restraint

"Tap—tap—tap—tap-tap-tap-tap-tap…"

The familiar ringing of my phone alarm drifted through my hazy sleep. Was it already morning? I usually go to bed early and wake up early,
but today I didn't want to get out of bed at all. A feeling of weakness gripped my entire body, especially my legs; my head was
foggy, and my eyelids felt incredibly heavy.

"Hmm…"

A groan of weariness escaped my throat involuntarily. Sleeping in occasionally shouldn't be a problem,
right? Thinking this, I tried to reach for the source of the annoying alarm, but—I found that
my hand was completely immobile. A tight binding felt around my wrist, and my fingers seemed to
be wrapped up, pressed tightly against my thighs. I struggled, feeling the pressure on my arms
lessen slightly, but I couldn't break free. As soon as I relaxed, my arms were immediately pulled back into place.

As my mind gradually cleared, the tactile sensation in my body returned to normal, sending a pervasive
feeling of restraint to my brain. My shoulders, upper arms, forearms, wrists, fingers, thighs, knees, calves, ankles,
and feet were all restricted by a gentle yet domineering force, leaving me utterly helpless yet simultaneously
feeling comfortable and warm.

I slowly opened my eyes, my vision a hazy, deep brown,
unable to discern whether it was day or night. Turning my head slightly, I could only see a blurry outline of what appeared to be furniture, vaguely
realizing I was lying on the living room floor. My mouth was stuffed with something soft, and my clothes were tightly bound
. I tried to move my mouth; the stuff binding my mouth gently rubbed against my lips and below my nose, a slightly
tingling and pleasant sensation. The familiar and comforting scent of clothing in my nose
calmed my panic somewhat.

However, the increasingly pronounced vibrations from my most sensitive area triggered a new round
of futile struggles. The phone, meant to be the alarm clock, was stuck to that shameful spot, and it seemed to be set to
"forced wake-up." The annoyingly pleasant ringtone grew louder, with a deeper,
clearer buzzing sound interspersed within. The irritating vibrations constantly stimulated the girl's most sensitive areas
, increasing in intensity and making her unbearably itchy. My desperate struggles, restrained by the tight bindings,
turned into slight wriggling, the wonderful sensation of skin gently rubbing against my thighs and inner arms through my clothes.
With each breath, the constriction around my chest tightened with each breath, a sensation that was intoxicating
. My mind, which had just begun to clear, seemed to become muddled again, my only wish being for someone to
free me from this blissful torment, for someone to hold me tightly, to caress and knead every
inch of my skin, to let every abnormally sensitive part of my body experience a more direct and intense stimulation
.

"Are you awake, my little sleepyhead? Get up, the sun's shining on your bottom!"

A cool female voice pulled me back to reality from my reverie. As footsteps approached, a refreshing perfume
scent drew nearer. Through my blurry vision, a petite figure walked up to me. This was my sister; for
various reasons, I was temporarily staying at her house. Although we weren't related by blood, she was my most trusted relative,
my closest friend, and my most formidable enemy. Undoubtedly, my current miserable situation was her doing.

As if timed perfectly, the phone stopped ringing abruptly as soon as my sister finished speaking,
and the tormenting vibration that had been burning me disappeared. A small sense of loss welled up inside me, but I
was also ashamed of my thoughts. My sister seemed to immediately see through my inner conflict, because I felt her hand casually
pressing on my lower abdomen. The desire that had just subsided was aroused again, and an involuntary
groan escaped my throat, making me want to disappear. My sister chuckled softly. The laughter was close, accompanied by an even
richer, sweet fragrance; it seemed she had leaned down to a very close distance to my face. I could clearly hear her steady
breathing and the soft rustling of her long, flowing hair as it slipped from her shoulders.

"Staying in bed isn't good behavior, you'll be punished! But playing ball last night really
wore you out, so I'll allow you to sleep a little longer today,"

my sister said in a light, reassuring voice, her hand on my lower abdomen restless. Her porcelain
-cool fingers danced lightly across my feverish body, sometimes tapping casually with her fingertips like playing the piano,
sometimes pressing and caressing with her fingertips, sometimes even sliding down the curve of my abdomen to the edge of my sensitive areas. A little lower, a little lower still. I shamelessly hoped, exhaling a heavy breath of warm, moist air
through the layers of clothing . 　　Suddenly, the phone alarm rang again, and my lower body vibrated again, sending shivers down my spine. I tensed up in fright; without these layers of restraint, I would have jumped up in shock. The perfect bindings once again perfectly suppressed my struggles, leaving me only to writhe and rub my limbs in vain. Each struggle aggravated my sensitive areas, drawing me deeper and deeper into a web of restraint and pleasure. 　　"Hehe, this little guy seems to disagree with letting you sleep in," 　　my sister said, her hand gently brushing my genitals against the phone, rhythmically tapping the vibrating device , producing a crisp sound as her fingernails struck the phone through a thin fabric. I tried to move my arms again , finding the bindings all over my body not only strong but also cleverly designed. Normally, this binding position would easily allow the arms to slide along the body, but now my arms were completely immobile. In my struggles, I felt a resistance and resilience far exceeding that of rope, as if the fabric was tangled together. I fantasized that my sister's hand would apply more pressure, pressing the hard case of the phone even tighter against her soft skin, making the vibrations more direct. But my sister clearly wouldn't let me have my way—at least not now. She seemed to enjoy my pathetic, aroused state . The reassuring yet desperate feeling of being bound had lowered all my defenses, allowing any slight stimulation to reach my core without hindrance, making me like a moth drawn to a flame, both tormented and yearning.

A stronger impact.

"I have good news for you, though you probably already guessed..."

I felt my sister's weight slowly press down on my body. A slight touch came from the tip of my nose, the touch slowly moving downwards
, stopping at the center of her mouth, stretched open and stuffed by the fabric, then tightly wrapped from the outside, turning into a series
of presses and kneads. In sync with the pressure from my sister's fingertips, I couldn't help but let out a series of seductive moans.

"The phone alarm is set to 'forced wake-up' mode, ringing every minute, each
time lasting a minute, with the intensity increasing each time. As for how many rounds it will last... I have no idea."

Good heavens, so this tormenting little thing might dutifully keep going indefinitely? A complex mix of fear and anticipation welled up inside me . My sister's voice was so close, I could feel her soft breath as she spoke, and the slight tickling from her hair falling on my face
through the fabric-covered cheek. 　　"So, my little lazybones, if you want to sleep in, you should turn off the alarm clock first. Or perhaps you're actually enjoying this feeling and don't want to turn it off? Tsk, tsk..." 　　Knowing my sister was deliberately teasing me, I still struggled to wriggle my body, bound like a dumpling and pinned down by her , to express my protest, letting out a series of indistinct "woo-woo" sounds through the layers of gags. Past experience told me that although such futile resistance would only make my sister happier, if I didn't resist, she would use it as an excuse to bully me even more in the future. 　　A gentle pat came from my thigh, as if saying "Good boy, good boy~" to soothe my emotions. A soft laugh revealed my sister's happy mood; it seemed my reaction pleased her greatly. I felt my sister carefully adjusting the decorations in my mouth, adjusting those things that deprived me of the right to speak to the optimal position, then pressing them down and smoothing them out. 　　"Alright, alright, it's Saturday anyway, do whatever you want. I'm going to the company, and you're free to do whatever you want until I get back." 　　What a high-sounding yet shameless statement! What "freedom" is there to speak of when I'm tied up like this? Before I could even express my dissatisfaction, that darn phone went off again. Frustrated and annoyed, I felt my sister's sweet, warm scent leave me, and subtle tremors spread through my body. My sister seemed to be confirming that the restraints hadn't loosened, but I felt she was just trying to take advantage of me—after all this , the feeling of being bound hadn't lessened; in fact, it felt even tighter. I knew it was because my body had become increasingly tense and sensitive from the multiple provocations, but I was helpless. 　　I didn't know if my sister's "going to the company" was genuine or just a bluff. I didn't know how long she would be gone, or if the phone alarm would just keep going on and on. What would happen to me if all these uncertainties ultimately led to the worst possible outcome? No, not like that . Although my sister always comes up with all sorts of mischievous ideas to deal with me, she never lets me get truly hurt. Amidst this blissful torment, I tried my best to suppress my wild thoughts, but a slight panic still lingered in my heart. 　　"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I know you're a child who's afraid of loneliness. Sweetie~, after I finish dealing with things at the company, I'll definitely come back as soon as possible to 'pamper' you properly. Just bear with it for now, watch some TV to pass the time, you'll definitely like this program." 　　I heard footsteps coming from my left. Through the hazy vision shrouded in dark brown, I saw my sister's figure kneeling beside me, leaning down in front of me. My head was gently lifted by a pair of hands, nimble fingers tracing the back of my head. The phone alarm finally stopped, and for some reason, the TV went silent; the room suddenly fell quiet. Only then did I realize that my breathing had become so heavy. The fabric in my mouth was already soaked with my saliva, becoming sticky. My warm, moist breath, passing through the layers of barriers around my mouth, left an unusually stuffy feeling—uncomfortable, but unavoidable. Taking advantage of this rare moment of tranquility, I closed my eyes, feeling my sister's presence surrounding me from all sides. The refreshing scent, the rhythm of her breathing, the rustling of her hair, the intimacy of our skin—everything was so familiar, yet each touch still made me blush and my heart race. I truly felt myself enveloped in my sister's gentle care, my chest filled with happiness and contentment. 　　Just as I was lost in the warmth and fragrance of my sister's presence, a soft touch suddenly came from my lips, which were covered by layers of fabric, causing my mind to go blank for a moment. The veil over my eyes was also removed at the same time. After a brief adjustment, I saw my sister's smiling face, a smile like a gluttonous cat that had successfully stolen some treats. 　　"So sweet, like melted rock candy, perfect for breakfast." 　　So my lips are my sister's breakfast? Then what about her lunch and dinner...? No, no, why...? Every time I'm tied up, all I can think about are all sorts of lewd things. 　　"I'm leaving, be a good girl and watch the house~" 　　Ignoring my inner struggle, my sister stepped over me and walked towards the door. I suddenly remembered the time I was punished for not saying goodbye to my sister, and I quickly and laboriously lifted my head, letting out a series of urgent "woof woof" sounds. I saw my sister standing at the door as if she had been waiting there, one hand on the doorknob, turning back to look at me. Her graceful figure made my heart flutter. My sister suddenly squeezed out a flirtatious and seductive smile, lightly licking her lips, causing me to hurriedly look away. I only heard the soft sound of the door closing and my sister's footsteps gradually fading away. 　　2. The Blissful Hell Woven from Stockings 　　Peace returned to the surroundings. I closed my eyes, let out a long breath, and savored the memory of my sister's casual good morning kiss, a warm feeling welling up inside me. I couldn't help but imagine my sister pushing open the door, smiling, and telling me she was just playing a joke on me, then giving me a passionate kiss that would satisfy me. This fantasy was so real that I could almost hear my sister's sweet voice again; it seems my "sister infatuation" has reached an incurable level.

Wait, no, it's not a hallucination. I suddenly realized my sister's voice was coming from the television.
I had almost forgotten about "watching TV." Turning my head to the right, I saw a DV camera connected to the TV, its
playback indicator flashing, standing out in the dimly lit living room. On the screen, my sister was
gazing at me with a calm smile that seemed to encompass everything, speaking to me.

"Tap—tap—tap—tap-tap-tap-tap-tap…"

A new round of torment began, waves of desire constantly assaulting the remaining rationality in my mind. I suppressed
the urge to indulge myself, taking a long time to calm down and force myself to focus on
the television.

"...So, this is my little punishment for you, enjoy it."

Punishment? I tried hard to recall my behavior over the past few days. The food had been delicious, the housework hadn't gone
wrong, my clothes and appearance had strictly followed my sister's requirements, and I had always resisted wholeheartedly when she tormented me…
…It seemed like I hadn't done anything to incur punishment. Oh dear, this is troublesome. I was so focused on my phone that I missed
my sister's explanation in the DV video. If she finds out, I'm doomed—no, she definitely will
find out. I can't hide anything from her.

I continued watching TV with trepidation, desperately hoping she would repeat herself.
But she didn't seem inclined to speak again. She stretched her hands towards the screen, and the image shook violently, as if
adjusting the camera angle. When the image stabilized, I realized the camera was filming the floor in front of the living room TV.
Lying on the dark red carpet was a slender young girl—it was me.

"See? Just a cup of honey milk with 'special spices,' and you're sleeping so peacefully
. That perfect figure, that completely unguarded expression, it's truly tempting,"

my sister's teasing voice drifted from off-screen. Ah, I see. Looking back now,
after playing ball last night, I was so tired when I got home that I didn't even want to talk. After taking a relaxing hot bath, I drifted off to sleep.
I vaguely remember my sister gently handing me a glass; it was cool and comfortable to hold, and it seemed to contain some
kind of milky, sweet liquid. I drank it all down, feeling completely refreshed, and then my memory became hazy.

Normally, people don't see themselves when they're asleep. Therefore, looking at
myself lying on the carpet in this image, a strange feeling welled up inside me. I was only wearing a black
lace lingerie set, my healthy, fair skin appearing sweet and lovely against the black lingerie and dark red carpet. My long
, slender limbs were slightly bent at a natural, relaxed angle, showcasing an elegant and flowing body curve.
My eyes were closed, my mouth slightly open, and fine beads of sweat clung to my forehead; my soft, damp black hair was spread across the
carpet. A beautiful woman, still warm from her bath, lay soundly asleep on the carpet in only her underwear. Even I
felt a little embarrassed, thinking the scene before me was undeniably beautiful.

My sister reappeared in the frame, carrying two exquisite silk pouches, one large and one small, and knelt beside
me. Curious, I watched what would happen next, temporarily forgetting the source of my irritation in my lower body.

"You always resist changing my clothes, but now you're completely at my mercy,"

my sister muttered to herself, pulling a pair of flesh-colored stockings from the small silk pouch and carefully
putting them on me. The stockings were long; my sister pulled the tops up to completely cover my breasts, then patiently
smoothed out every tiny wrinkle—no, even the wrinkle-free areas she touched. Perverted sister
, wicked sister.

By the time my sister finally picked up the second pair of stockings, five or six minutes had passed.
During this time, the phone alarm faithfully carried out the task my sister had given it, going off every few minutes
, tormenting me to the point of wishing I were dead. At first, I was mentally counting the number of times it rang, but later my mind
was completely filled with desire, and I couldn't care less about it. When I suddenly realized it had finally quieted down completely, I
couldn't recall how many times it had gone off. When bound by such meticulous techniques, the worst thing you can do is struggle haphazardly,
because any movement will aggravate all the sensitive parts of your body, bringing an even stronger feeling of restraint. The final result is
like me now, teased to the point of almost losing control yet unable to break free. Although the phone finally stopped waking me
up, and I was able to barely stay on the edge of being overwhelmed by desire, the accumulated stimulation was only
temporarily blocked by a thin layer of rationality; any slight impact could cause it to burst forth.

On the TV screen, I was now wearing three layers of pantyhose on my body by my sister. The stockings were thin and sheer, and the body they covered
didn't appear noticeably different, only faintly covered with the gentle sheen unique to stockings,
adding a touch of allure. My sister was busy slipping my hands into the legs of another pair of flesh-colored stockings.
These stockings were peculiar, with a large hole between my legs. The hole was surrounded by fine stitching
, suggesting they were custom-made. After my hands were on, my sister grabbed the waistband of the stockings and pulled them up, wrapping them over my head
and letting my head emerge through the large hole. She
then put the specially made stockings on my body like a pullover, the top of the stockings covering my breasts from top to bottom. This method was ingenious; both the upper and lower body stockings
used my full, firm breasts to secure them and prevent them from slipping off. My sister then wrapped two more layers around my upper body in the same way , then straightened her back slightly. Thanks to the sleeping pills, I slept soundly
even in this situation .
The only parts of my body not yet covered by stockings were my head, neck, and delicately contoured collarbone
.

Next, two long black stockings, reaching my upper thighs, outlined my perfect leg lines,
gleaming like satin in the dim, ambiguous light. Two mid-calf black stockings also clung tightly to my arms.
Lying on the ground, I presented a completely different kind of beauty. My dark, damp hair, black lace
lingerie, and black stockings covering my limbs contrasted beautifully with my white body beneath the flesh-colored stockings, creating an incredibly alluring effect.

"Beautiful, isn't it? The kids watching on TV must be drooling. But wait, this is just the beginning;
the best is yet to come."

My mouth, that of the "little kid in front of the TV," was indeed full of saliva, but that was because
my mouth was stuffed full and I couldn't swallow. I couldn't help but feel thankful that I was lying on my back on the floor, otherwise, my saliva would probably have overflowed—this had happened more than once
in my history of being unilaterally and overwhelmingly ravaged by my sister . 　　My sister neatly folded the empty little silk pouch and placed it aside, then untied another large silk pouch and dumped its contents out all at once. Judging from the tightness of the bindings, I could roughly guess how much effort my sister had put in , but I still couldn't help but be surprised when I saw the small mountain of stockings that appeared on the TV. These stockings were a darker color than the flesh-colored stockings that had been on me before, and the texture looked thicker and tougher. They were several times longer than ordinary stockings, or even longer; they were more like palm-width brown straps than stockings. My sister picked up one of the stockings, turned around, and waved it at the camera, laughing infuriatingly. 　　"You've already experienced its power, haven't you? Now let's review the process." 　　As she turned back, she grabbed my phone from the coffee table, fiddled with it for a while, and then slipped it into the top of the stocking , pulling it down a short distance. She then sat back down beside me, lifted my upper body to lean against her, and carefully wrapped the stocking around my neck, letting both ends hang down my chest . She tied a flat, close-fitting knot at the center of my collarbone, above and below my breasts, and above and below my navel. Up to this point, it was the standard turtle shell bondage procedure, the only difference being the small phone inside the stocking. 　　My sister adjusted the phone's position in the stocking, making sure it was pressed against my sensitive areas, and secured it with knots at both ends. Then, the double stockings were wrapped around my lower body, pulled up behind my back, and tightened. After passing through the stockings at my neck, they were folded back and wrapped around my sides to the front, passing through the vertical stockings in front of my chest, and then back around to tighten, forming a beautiful diamond shape in front of my chest. However, unlike the standard tortoise shell bondage procedure, the stockings did not pass under my armpits, but rather around my body from the outside of my upper arms, essentially binding my upper arms to my sides while performing the tortoise shell bondage . To prevent my arms from slipping, the stockings were carefully wrapped around my arms twice each time they passed , compensating for the only flaw in this binding method. My sister picked up the second stocking, her hands deftly moving up and down, the stockings in her hands moving like snakes across my body. The stockings in front of my body gradually formed a dark brown net, with two meshes tightly wrapped around my chest from the root, making my breasts appear even fuller and firmer under the flesh-colored stockings. The stockings at the back converged into two large and exquisite nodes between my waist and shoulder blades. Each garter belt lay flat against my skin, without a single roll. The stockings were indeed very resilient, maintaining a certain width even as my sister tightened them with all her might, like beautiful patterns painted on my skin. 　　After finishing these, my sister used the remaining length of the stockings to tightly bind my small hands to the base of my thighs; no wonder I couldn't even move my fingers now. The third stocking also started from the knot at the back, going from under my armpit to the front, around the stockings binding my upper arm, and then back under my armpit to the back. Because my arms were already tightly bound to my body with the previous turtle shell bondage, this back-and-forth movement of the stockings took my sister quite a bit of time. But seeing that my sister still managed to leisurely plant a light kiss on my chest, I knew she enjoyed this troublesome process. She slowly tugged at the stockings in her hands, watching with rapt attention as the horizontal band tightened little by little, sinking into the gap between her arms and body. The diamond-shaped mesh, originally smooth and conforming to her body, now slightly sank into her skin . Even watching the television screen, I felt a ticklish sensation. This is a common technique in Japanese bondage, now cleverly applied by my sister to this modified tortoise shell bondage. After reinforcing the upper body in this way, each stocking belt radiated taut tension. But my sister controlled the tightening force perfectly; my body surface wasn't excessively constricted and became uneven, maintaining its rounded and beautiful curves, as if I were wearing a garment woven from stockings. 　　The treatment for the lower body was much simpler. The stockings used were still dark brown, only not as exaggeratedly long as before. Each stocking was wrapped horizontally several times before being tightened vertically, knotted in a place not easily seen between the legs. Such a simple and practical binding method, in my sister's hands, produced a unique beauty. The horizontal binding of the stockings itself had a certain width, tightening and tapering in the middle, the overall shape resembling a bow. Ten such brown bows were neatly arranged from the top of the thighs to the soles of the feet on my legs, encased in black stockings, impeccable in both lines and color. I was a work of art created by my sister, and also a gift to her, a sacrifice to appease her anger, although I still couldn't figure out what I had done to upset her this time. 　　"To prevent you, this cunning little fool, from breaking free with external force, I have to wrap you up again." 　　After explaining this, my sister picked up an extra-long, extra-thick flesh-colored stocking, forcefully stretched the top open and put it on my feet, pulling it up to my neck, encasing me entirely in that stocking. Then the second, the third, the fourth... a total of seven more layers of stockings were put on me before she finally stopped. This meant that if I wanted to break free from the restraints by using external objects to pull and tug, I would first have to wear through the outermost layer of stockings. But looking at the thickness and resilience of these seven layers of stockings stacked together, it seemed almost impossible for me, whose movements were already restricted to the maximum extent, to wear them through my body's movements. 　　There were two more thick, dark brown stockings left on the carpet, presumably for my mouth. However, given how tightly my mouth was now blocked, it seemed there were more than just these two stockings. The mystery was quickly revealed . My sister lifted my body and gently placed me back on the floor, then gracefully stood up, gently lifted the hem of her nightgown, and pulled down her own panties. My sister bent down again, playfully tracing a corner of her panties across my face with her fingertips, finally letting go and leaving the panties spread out over my slightly open mouth. While I was asleep , I naturally wouldn't have any reaction, but now, watching the video, I'm feeling extremely uncomfortable because of this series of actions. However, my mouth is filled with something, making it impossible for me to lick my dry lips or swallow the constantly flowing saliva.

My sister seemed to have anticipated my predicament, deliberately slowing her movements as she
slowly shoved the panties spread across my mouth. As her long, slender, white fingers moved in and out unhurriedly, the black
lace panties gradually disappeared from my mouth. Stimulated by this erotic scene, my reason was on the verge
of collapse. I didn't want to lie here helplessly watching these insatiable sights; I wanted to directly
feel the stimulation from every movement of my sister, I wanted to personally experience her domineering yet gentle nature, I wanted…
I wanted… But I was bound like a dumpling and left here by my sister, unable to do anything, able to get anything.
I even began to regret that my phone had stopped vibrating, desperately twisting my waist and rubbing my thighs against the layers of restraints,
trying to get enough stimulation. But the soft stockings were not as strong as the coarse rope; even with the tightest restraints,
the stimulation to my skin remained relatively mild. I've been tormented since waking up,
the pent-up desire in my heart almost bursting through my last line of defense. The stimulation of my sensitive areas during the struggle,
like a mischievous older sister, only gently tickles my remaining sanity, refusing to completely break
through this barrier, leaving me trapped in a living hell.

After stuffing my underwear in, my sister sat down beside me again, her thighs pressed against my head. With an extremely seductive
posture, she slowly pulled down the flesh-colored stocking from her left leg, held it up against my face, and then stuffed it into my
mouth, filling the gap left by the underwear. The stocking from her right leg was used to gag me from the outside, wrapped
twice, and tied tightly behind my head. After completing this alluring gagging performance, my sister finally picked up
the last two thick stockings on the carpet, wrapping one tightly around my chin and nose, and the other
obediently covering my eyes. Thus, my sister's binding was complete. In the video, I remained
sound asleep, my eyes tightly closed, completely unaware of the impending doom. Only upon waking did I
find myself encased in layers of clothing, unable to see, speak, or move, my entire body bound.

But the video didn't end there. My sister pulled a thin blanket over our lower bodies, then
lay down beside me, facing me, bound like a dumpling. Her right hand
slid behind my neck, gently encircling my right shoulder, while her left arm encircled my abdomen, holding me tightly
. Her cheek gently rubbed against my chest. Simultaneously, her right leg was straight and pressed against my body, while her left leg was bent and rested on top of mine, the whole
posture resembling embracing a long, rectangular pillow. Had my sister slept like this all night
? The thought of spending the entire night in such intimate contact with my sister, yet feeling nothing and having no memory of those experiences
, filled me with indescribable resentment and bitterness.

"Tap-tap—tap-tap-tap-tap-tap..."

The urgent ringing suddenly erupted at an inopportune moment, and the expected vibration in my lower body followed. Startled, my whole body
tensed again, a gasp escaping my lips, which, after being filtered through layers, became a weak moan echoing in the empty living room
. The next instant, I realized it was an incoming call, and my heart skipped a beat. Someone was calling
!

I struggled with all my might, but to no avail; no matter how I wriggled, I couldn't reach my
unbearably sensitive area. The vibration neither intensified nor weakened, remaining at the most unbearable level,
relentlessly pounding against my lower body. I felt the fabric in my mouth was already soaked through, even the outermost layer of
stockings was wet. My lips and teeth felt sticky and wet from the struggle. My lower body
was definitely a mess, and my sister would surely laugh at me later. Every part of my body bound by the stockings was numb
and itchy, every inch of my skin burning from the friction of the stockings. The person on the phone seemed very patient; the ringing
continued incessantly, as if it would never stop. I closed my eyes tightly, concentrating on fighting this painful torment, but I
only felt my consciousness becoming increasingly blurred, and the pleasure becoming more and more intense. Just as my consciousness was about to be completely swallowed by desire
, a faint breath carrying a heavenly female voice drifted into my mind.

"Good girl, I didn't expect you to last this long. As a reward, I'll continue now...
"

I barely opened my eyes, meeting my sister's gaze. The phone stopped ringing, and the tight gag over my mouth
was removed. Before I could even enjoy the long-awaited smooth breathing, my mouth was once again firmly
sealed by my sister's soft and hot lips. Her tongue swirled and churned inside my mouth, shattering my last shred of resistance.
I finally realized that her so-called "reward" didn't mean letting me go or untying me, so I
closed my eyes with utter resignation and gently raised my chin. My sister interpreted this as "now you can do
whatever you want," pressing her entire weight onto me. Our bodies were pressed
together like water and milk, the only difference being that I was completely bound and unable to move, forced to passively endure her stimulation, while she
could do as she pleased. I felt her right hand gently resting on my shoulder, her body constantly writhing, providing
me with all-around stimulation, especially in three areas. My mouth was completely invaded by her, leaving me
no time to breathe. My chest pressed against hers, feeling the double stimulation of the restraint and the friction through her stockings
. My most sensitive areas were completely ravaged by my sister's left hand, treated like toys. Although
the phone became a small barrier, her skillful fingers still brought me to the brink of ecstasy. Sometimes
she slid down from my lower abdomen, sometimes she pinched and squeezed from both ends, sometimes she rubbed with her fingertips, and sometimes she
pressed hard even through the phone. My defenses crumbled, and I writhed in rhythm with her movements. Waves
of pleasure surged through my mind, and a surge of heat coursed through my lower body. My last thought before losing consciousness
was: I've been eaten, completely eaten by my sister.

3. A Sweet Lunch and the Reason for Punishment

When I regained consciousness, my first reaction was the aroma of food, followed by the ever-present
feeling of being bound. The energy I'd exhausted from playing basketball last night hadn't recovered, and after being tormented by my sister all morning, I felt
completely weak and powerless. I didn't even bother opening my eyes, twitching my nose to follow the enticing aroma. Upload from above
A soft chuckle escaped my lips, followed by a light tap on the forehead.

"If you're awake, open your eyes quickly. Don't sniff around like a little dog."

Reluctantly, I opened my eyes and blinked, immediately fixing my gaze on the chicken leg in front of me.
Even though I couldn't move my limbs, I could probably reach it by peeking. But before I
could even make a move, the fragrant piece of meat slowly moved upwards, ignoring my hungry gaze and
disappearing from my sight. I looked up and saw my sister's delicate hands, holding chopsticks,
slowly and deliberately putting the chicken leg into her mouth. I watched helplessly as the delicious food vanished into her cherry-like mouth,
feeling an indescribable sense of grievance. I could only swallow hard, biting my lower lip tightly, my stomach rumbling in unison
, making my sister laugh uncontrollably.

"Oh dear, look at your poor little face. I'm so sorry, I was going to feed you properly, but
seeing you sniffing around like that just now, I couldn't resist teasing you. Come on, sit up a bit~"

My sister put down her chopsticks, put her hands on my shoulders and helped me sit upright on her lap, then
gently pulled my body closer with her right arm, so I could comfortably lean against her, my head resting on her chest. My sister
had already taken off the suit she wore that morning and changed into soft loungewear, sitting on the sofa in the living room,
dutifully acting as my feeding nanny and human cushion.

"Come on, open your mouth, ah—"

A large piece of chicken leg meat, skin and fat, went into my mouth, and I realized I was really starving. I chewed a couple of times haphazardly
and swallowed it impatiently, not tasting anything at all, only the feeling of hunger growing stronger. The second piece of
chicken was promptly brought to my mouth, followed by a continuous stream of rice, vegetables, chicken, rice, vegetables, chicken…
Because I ate so quickly, I accidentally bit my chopsticks a few times, resulting in a pinch on my chest as punishment. In the blink of an eye,
a large bowl of Yoshinoya fried chicken rice was devoured. My sister fed me a couple of sips of instant soup made with hot water,
then reached for another bowl of Dongpo rice on the coffee table. I took the opportunity to calm myself down, stretching out in
a restricted manner while still bound, then curling up slightly and burying my face deeper into my sister's chest, gently rubbing against her.
My sister softly said, "Don't be naughty, it tickles," but didn't make any further moves. I took this as tacit approval and
snuggled even more enthusiastically in my sister's arms until a piece of braised pork was placed to my mouth. Between feeding me, my sister occasionally ate a few bites herself. However, she only ate rice, lean meat, and cauliflower, refusing to touch
the carrots, onions, fatty meat, or anything else .
When I tried to point this out, my sister picked up a slice of carrot, smelled it, and
then shook her head with disgust. She shoved the carrot into my mouth, saying casually,

"I can't eat carrots unless they're made by Bingbing."

I felt my face burning hot, and quickly lowered my head, closing my mouth tightly and chewing silently. My sister...
really, how could she say something so embarrassing? But, although I was shy, I was also happy, my heart warmed
. I'll make my sister some of her favorite dishes tonight—oh wait, I forgot I'm still tied up.
I wonder when she'll untie me; is she really planning to keep me tied up all day? But then again
, this carefully designed stocking bondage set is actually quite comfortable; I'd
be happy to be tied up for as long as it takes.

After lunch, my sister helped me stand up, let me sit on the floor with my back against the sofa, and turned to clear
the table. After everything was ready, she stood in front of me, arms crossed, feet planted on
either side of my bound body. I had to look up at my sister's face, which held a hint of authority beneath its gentleness,
and the relaxation I had felt during the meal immediately returned to tension.

"So, have you reflected on your actions?"

Huh? My sister's question seemed out of the blue. I hesitated for a moment before suddenly remembering that I was being
punished, and I had no idea why. My sister had left her answer in the video, but
unfortunately, I missed her explanation. Oh no, I'm doomed...

"You dare not answer your master's questions? You've got some nerve."

"Ah—"

I quickly snapped back to reality and noticed a terrifying smile playing at the corners of my sister's eyes and mouth.

"No, no, no. I didn't..."

"So you know you were wrong?"

"Um...yes..."

"Really know you were wrong?"

"Um..."

"Then tell me what you did wrong?" "

Uh...uh...wrong...wrong because I shouldn't have made you angry, sister..."

"What did you do to make me angry?"

"Uh...I, I..."

"Enough!"

My sister's sharp shout plunged me into despair. She leaned down, glaring at me, her left hand gripping my
chin, lifting it slightly, her terrifying smile growing ever more pronounced. I felt like a frog being stared at by a snake,
my body stiff, a chill running down my spine.

"I never expected this, I really never expected this. You show absolutely no remorse, it's truly surprising."

At times like this, the more anxious I am, the less I should explain. My mouth opened, but I couldn't utter a single word
, only shaking my head desperately. My sister gave a cold snort, then released her and stood up. When she returned, her left hand
held a bundle of stockings and underwear—the same stuff that had gagged me earlier—while her right hand carried an
ominous black cloth bag.

"No, no… Sister, I… that video…"

"I know, I know. You have your reasons, right? I understand, I completely understand.
I'll listen to your explanation properly after you've used everything in this bag on you three times."

With that, she tossed the bag at me, adding,

"If you still have the strength to speak then."

"Waaah… no…"

I was terrified and completely panicked, struggling desperately against my restraints, instinctively trying to back away.
I retreated, completely forgetting that my back was against the sofa. The unexpected
force from my back hitting the sofa, combined with the fact that I was so tightly bound that I couldn't control my center of gravity, caused me to lose my balance and fall to the left,
landing on the rough carpet. The fall wasn't hard, but it was so sudden that it startled me. My face was pressed
against the carpet as I gasped for breath, hearing my heart pounding. The feeling of being bound all over my body showed
no sign of loosening in this fierce struggle. After regaining my composure, I used my shoulders as a support to barely lift my head.
I found my sister still with her arms crossed, her lips tightly pressed together, looking down at me. Her expressionless face
looked like she was desperately trying to suppress a laugh; the suffocating pressure from before had completely vanished.

I couldn't figure out what my sister was thinking. I realized that the only thing I could do right now was to sit up;
this face-first position was just too embarrassing. I curled up, using my knees to push myself up, struggling to straighten my back. The first
attempt failed; the second time, although I managed to straighten up, I immediately lost my balance and swayed to one side. I had to
change tactics, first struggling to roll over onto my back, then holding my breath and trying to sit up using my abdominal muscles.
But just as I was halfway up, a small foot encased in flesh-colored stockings stepped on my chest, gently pressing me back down.
My sister looked at me with loving eyes, reaching out to brush a stray hair from my forehead and lightly brushing my nose.
Then she helped me roll over back to a prone position. I couldn't see my sister's movements, only able
to guess from the feeling behind me that she was sitting on my bottom, her hands busy. The stockings wrapped around my body were being pulled tighter and
tighter—could this feel like…?

“Actually, I was wrong too. Some things are meaningless if you don't say them face-to-face, right?”

My sister's opening remarks were as baffling as ever. But even someone as oblivious as me knew that at this
moment, I should remain silent and listen to my sister finish speaking.

"I know this feeling is selfish. Seeing you so happy makes me genuinely happy too, but
I just can't help being jealous. So, so jealous."

The bindings on my fingers suddenly loosened, and the mesh of the turtle-shell bindings on my lower abdomen tightened slightly, a sliver of stocking
sliding down my back. My sister was indeed untying me.

"I know you like sports, and I know that being practically a sports idiot, I can't personally accompany
you in this area. When I decided to take you to the company's regular activities, I thought I was mentally prepared. As
a responsible owner, it's necessary to let your pet run around occasionally, right? But I still
didn't expect..."

The stockings slid back and forth across my skin, making me feel both itchy and comfortable. I tried my best to endure it,
but still let out a series of embarrassing moans. At times like this, I'd rather my mouth be completely gagged.

"How could you laugh so happily in front of a bunch of utterly unattractive women? It's just that you can play basketball
, what's so great about that? Shouldn't that smile be reserved for me alone? That comforting, angelic
smile should be mine alone!"

As my sister spoke, I slowly recalled the events of last night and gradually understood why she was angry.
Last night, my sister, for the first time ever, took me to her department's regular badminton activity. During the break,
a small accident happened, leading me to meet some girls playing basketball on the nearby court, and I joined
them at their invitation. Now, thinking back, although my sister readily agreed to my request, there
seemed to be some deeper meaning hidden beneath her calm face. Ah, this big idiot who forgets everything when basketball is mentioned, I
was only concerned with having fun myself, completely disregarding my sister's feelings. While I was immersed in the long-missed basketball court
, what were my sister's feelings as she silently watched over me? Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel that no
punishment could atone for the sin of hurting my sister.

"That was the first time I truly understood what 'burning with jealousy' meant. Ah, that idiom
is so apt,"

my sister said, gently stroking my back, half-talking to herself.

"I watched you perform brilliantly on the field while enduring the torment in my heart. It felt
like my entire being was being scorched by fire. This agonizing feeling… I realized more clearly than ever before that
no one else in this world could put me in such a contradictory and painful state."

My upper body was completely freed, every inch of my skin still retaining a faint, tingling sensation, as if
still longing for that tight, constricting feeling. Sister, it's all my fault, this slow-witted and foolish younger sister, for causing you so much distress
. Just as I was about to speak, I felt a sudden sensation on my soft, sensitive inner thigh. It seemed my sister was forcefully pressing her hand
between my legs, fumbling to untie the hidden knots in my stockings, causing me
to moan softly.

"So, I've thought it over carefully. Although it's painful, I won't stop you from seeing them.
I'm not the kind of terrible owner who would deprive their pet of pleasure for their own selfish desires. On the other hand, I'm
not the kind of person who would hide these conflicting feelings, pretend not to care, and then secretly
grieve. I just want to convey my feelings and thoughts to you; I want to express
and vent my jealousy through my punishment. Can you understand?"

"Sister..."

My sister's straightforward and deeply affectionate words struck my heart. Yes, we don't need those
hypocritical things like "lying and compromising for the other's sake." Although we're not related by blood, we
are the closest sisters who can entrust everything to each other.

"But this punishment might have been a bit too much. Knowing you were so exhausted, I still tied you up for so long; knowing
you needed to recover your strength, I didn't let you eat breakfast; leaving you alone at home while trying to seduce you.
This is the first time I've been tormented by jealousy to this extent, and I almost lost control of my emotions. You…"

My sister turned me over to look directly into my eyes, and the air around us seemed to ripple slightly with her emotions
. I involuntarily swallowed.

"Can you forgive your sister?"

A warm current flowed into my mind with my sister's soft words, almost bringing tears to my eyes.
I nodded frantically, then immediately shook my head.

"Forgiveness? You can't say that. I've never resented you, sister,"

I blurted out. My sister seemed to sigh with relief, gently closing her eyes,
a relaxed smile finally appearing on her face. Influenced by her, I also felt a sudden sense of relief, and my speech
became much smoother.

"I'm the one who should be asking for forgiveness. I'm just a big fool who only cares about my own happiness,
not considering your feelings at all. And, although this time I was tied up for a while, I felt very…"

I suddenly realized my slip of the tongue and quickly shut my mouth, but it was too late. My sister wrapped her arms around my neck,
bringing her face almost touching my nose, smiling slyly.

"How did you feel?"

"No, nothing..."

"It seems like it's been a long time since you've done any torture or forced confession. "

"Uh..."

"Tell me, how did you feel?"

"...Submissive...

" "What? I can't hear you. 　　" "

...Very 　　...comfortable..." "Louder." "It felt very...very 　　comfortable..." "What felt comfortable?" 　　"Being...being tied up like that felt very...comfortable..." 　　"And." 　　"From the video, it also...was very beautiful..." 　　"And. " " 　　That's all..." 　　"And." 　　"Really, really nothing..." 　　"'I want to enjoy this a few more times in the future, the binding could be tighter, and the torture could last longer.'" 　　"No, no, I didn't think that..." 　　"Tell me!" 　　"I...want to enjoy this a few more times in the future, the binding could be...could be tighter, and the torture could last...longer..." My sister released me with satisfaction, took out a voice recorder from her pocket, and pressed the stop recording button 　　in front of my dumbfounded eyes . 　　"If you dare to renege on your promise, you'll be punished twice over." 　　"Ugh..." 　　I've been tricked again, and I even offered myself up willingly . Why am I always so stupid, letting my sister easily find fault with me? But now, regret is useless. I can only blush and lower my head, letting my sister manipulate my legs, clumsily untying the knots in my stockings. 　　4. The Ending Under the Apron 　　Finally, I regained my freedom. Before I could even stretch my limbs, my sister pushed me into the bathroom. This time, she didn't pester me much; it seemed she wanted me to relax alone. I carefully removed my stockings and underwear layer by layer, throwing them all into the dirty laundry basket. I stepped into the bathtub, drew the curtain, and then realized I hadn't brought a change of clothes. Oh well, I'll call my sister after I'm done washing. At worst, she'll take advantage of me a few times . Considering I needed to prepare dinner early, I abandoned the idea of taking a bath, quickly rinsed myself off , dried myself, and came out. I noticed something pink lying quietly in the basket where the clean clothes should have been empty … Was this an apron? 　　Of course, it wasn't an actual kitchen apron. This one had a soft, lingerie-like texture; it would probably be very comfortable and form-fitting. The color was a gentle, not frivolous, pink, without any gaudy embellishments or lace. Only the edges were trimmed with light yellow cotton thread, and the neck and waist ties were also made of the same light yellow thread. Overall, it gave a refreshing and welcoming feeling, very much to my liking. I hesitated , then picked up the apron to examine it closely. A note fluttered out from the folds of the apron. I carefully read the message on the note, and a wave of fear washed over me. The note read: 　　"May the gods bless my beloved pet so that he/she can read this note before calling me. Any resistance to wearing the clothing chosen by the master will be considered a challenge to the master's taste and a disregard for the master's authority, and such crimes will be severely punished." 　　Below was a smaller line: 　　"Read it now? If you still have objections after reading it, that's knowingly committing a crime, and the punishment will be doubled! Hurry up and get dressed and come see me." 　　The tone was so vivid, as if my sister were right in front of me. I hurriedly threw the note away, pulled the apron close to my body, and tied the cotton threads at the back of my neck and waist. I then realized that the length and width of the apron were quite subtle; the hemline made me want to pull it down, and the edges on both sides of my chest were exposed. From behind, I probably wouldn't be able to see the apron itself, only two cotton thread bows. Wearing the apron without any clothing felt really strange; I felt restricted and unsure when I would accidentally expose myself—it was even more embarrassing than wearing nothing at all . A wave of intense shame washed over me. I gripped the doorknob several times, only to pull my hand back each time. No, no, I couldn't go out dressed like this, it was too embarrassing. 　　"Okay...slow...ah...5...4...3..." 　　My sister's languid voice drifted from the living room. Before my shame could subside, my body's long-trained instincts kicked in. I flung open the bathroom door, rushing out without even putting on my slippers, heading straight for the source of that terrifying countdown. Only after standing before my sister did I frantically remember my attire, futilely tugging at the hem of my apron. 　　My sister sat leisurely on the sofa, her legs propped up on the coffee table, smiling up at me. Huh? Up? I suddenly realized what the difference in our eye level meant, my face instantly turning bright red. I could only slightly bend over , squeezing my legs together, hoping that my hands, clutching the hem of my apron, could block my sister's ill-intentioned gaze. 　　"Good, good. You were very well-behaved this time and didn't make any mistakes."

My sister stood up and slowly paced around me with interest, occasionally making suspicious "tsk, tsk"
sounds. I dared not move, only keeping my head down, my hands secretly pressing hard against the only piece of clothing covering my body,
my expression highly tense, afraid that my sister would launch a surprise attack. However, this time I seemed to have thought too badly of my sister.

"Hmm, it really suits you, my taste is good, isn't it? Okay, go cook."

She let me off the hook just like that? I breathed a huge sigh of relief, but the extreme shame brought by this alluring outfit still
made me feel uncomfortable all over. I had a sudden idea and picked up on my sister's words.

"Hmm, I also really like the color scheme and simple design of this apron, you have a good eye."

"Of course, who knows better than me what looks good on you?"

"Hehe. But sister, cooking inevitably gets you covered in oil fumes. It would be such a waste to get such a nice apron dirty.
I'd better change into something that won't get dirty."

My sister raised her eyebrows, looking at me with slight surprise. I secretly gloated; this argument was perfectly logical and
reasonable. Even if my sister could simply and bluntly reject the suggestion, I
would still win the argument, which would at least dampen her arrogance. This brilliant counterattack completely caught her off guard.
She slowly paced behind me, casually stalling for time.

"Really? It seems you really like this apron."

"Yes, I like it very much." "

So you don't want to get it dirty?" " Yes,

I don't want to get it dirty." "

Sigh..."

My sister sighed softly behind me. Hehe, success!

"Well, since you say so, then I'll just have to..."

The cotton thread around my neck suddenly came undone, and the upper part of the apron was about to fall down. I cried out "Ah!" and
quickly covered the apron in front of my chest with both hands. Then I felt the cotton thread around my waist come undone as well, and I had to use one hand to
desperately hold down the hem of the apron. My sister breathed softly into my ear, her seductive voice like the whisper of a little devil.

"If you're so reluctant to get it dirty, just take it off. Although I don't really approve of walking around naked,
since you insist, I'll grant your wish."

As she spoke, she used her hands to tease the parts of the apron I wasn't covering
, her nails occasionally grazing my trembling body. I was so frightened that I squeezed my eyes shut and shook my head frantically. It took a
while before I felt her breath leave me. Still not daring to relax my guard, I cautiously opened
my eyes and found my sister had returned to the sofa, gazing at me teasingly with one hand on her chin. I felt her
gaze burning on my chest, then slowly moving downwards. Not daring to be careless, I quickly
bowed and said, "I'll go cook right away," before hurriedly fleeing into the kitchen. After calming myself down and making sure
my sister wasn't watching, I retied the apron and began to busy myself.

Dinner was uneventful. My sister simply announced that I would have to wear an apron until tomorrow morning, without
any new tricks to torment me. We happily enjoyed a feast featuring stewed catfish.
Being taken advantage of by my sister while washing the dishes was commonplace for me, nothing to mention. After dinner, I brewed a pot of tea and
spent time online with my sister until bedtime. The only thing that surprised me slightly was that before bed, my sister unusually
offered to give me a massage, claiming that she would give me a free massage the next day whenever I participated in sports
. I had indeed accumulated a lot of fatigue from last night to tonight; my muscles were stiff and
sore, and I really needed a massage to relax. But my sister just kept kneading and pinching in some "strange" places
, which made me very unhappy. Even so, I didn't protest, because my mouth was stuffed with a hollow, multi-hole
gag, and I couldn't make any sound except for whimpering. My hands and feet were tightly bound by hemp rope
to the legs of the dining table, which served as a massage bed, leaving me completely immobile. The hour-long massage seemed to
have drained the last ounce of energy from my body. With my sister's help, I returned to my bedroom, collapsed onto the bed, and
quickly snuggled into her arms, drifting off to sleep.

What experiences await me tomorrow?

(The End)

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