Ling Shiya's Side Story from the Female Domination and Sadomasochism Research Association

"Hmm... Hmph..."

"Where am I? Sleeping in bed?"

My mind was a blur of confusion.

My throat was dry, and I unconsciously swallowed a few times, producing some saliva.

My hands were bound, rendering me immobile.

I tried to get up, but I couldn't lift my legs or rise.

A sense of panic washed over me, and my previously hazy mind cleared considerably.

I struggled and twisted my body.

The strange movements from my sensitive areas made me open my eyes, my vision gradually clearing. I saw
the bound woman in front of me, sitting in a chair, her legs spread and bent in an M-shape, her wrists bound to her ankles
.

She struggled, she writhed…

Gradually, I stopped struggling, because I understood my situation. I had become that man's plaything.
Tonight was his so-called "training night," and I… was being trained…

She was me…

…

My name is Ling Shiya. Having graduated from a not-so-famous teachers' college, I wasn't content to be
a music teacher at a school. So, I came to the capital seeking new opportunities. My first job was one that
many girls would envy.

When I first arrived in the capital, I stood out from thousands of competitors and successfully
landed a flight attendant position at an imperial airline.

You should know that every airline in the capital has very strict requirements for flight attendants. Besides academic qualifications
, there are high requirements for height, weight, and health. Requirements include a well-proportioned figure, dignified demeanor, a sweet smile
, fluent speech, good temperament, and strong interpersonal skills, among others.

As a teacher-training graduate, I managed to beat out many of my sisters from flight attendant and foreign language majors, which proves my
abilities, both in appearance and inner qualities.

Although others might see flight attendant as a good job, only those who have done it know
the hardships of this industry.

Often, we have to get ready and put on makeup in the middle of the night to board the plane, and put on a sweet smile before waiting for our flight in the early morning.

We take to the skies but lose our freedom. Being a flight attendant is like putting yourself in a standardized cage: a narrow and enclosed
space, uniform greetings, uniform attire, even uniform smiles.

Looking out the window from the cabin, there is absolute freedom in the sky.

Inside the cabin, we are just a group of reasonably well-paid service staff, skillfully displaying so-called more elegant and
personalized service.

I won't go into the unspoken rules; some successful male passengers will try to seduce us like fishing, and
some flight attendants will succumb to temptation and lose their integrity, naturally falling victim to these unspoken rules.

It's important to understand that flight attendants' salaries are only slightly higher than other general professions, but not enough to
cover expensive expenses like high-end cosmetics, skincare products, and luxury brand clothing and bags.
After all, we're just service staff, not comparable to the pilots who fly the skies alongside us; they
are the elite.

Although I often encounter advances and invitations from lecherous older men, my professional ethics prevent me from speaking
ill of them, even though I find it annoying. However, there are some who aren't annoying, like a
Mr. Li who frequently flies on our flight.

My family isn't wealthy, but my parents and brother both have their own businesses.

My dad is an experienced driver, having driven freight trucks for almost half his life, and finally bought his own heavy semi-trailer truck for hauling
goods. My brother wasn't particularly successful in school, but he eventually followed in my dad's footsteps, because long-distance transport
can't be done by just one driver.

Drivers of sports cars rarely come home. My mother, with plenty of free time, ran a small supermarket in our storefront
, and our family lived a fairly comfortable life.

Until that day, I felt like the sky had fallen…

My father and brother were hauling a truckload of leather. Perhaps due to fatigue, they crashed into another vehicle on the highway,
causing the other car's fuel tank to catch fire. Not only was the entire truckload of high-grade leather destroyed, but my father and brother were also severely burned.
Although the insurance company covered part of the compensation, after paying the cargo owner, all of our family's savings were gone. We borrowed from
relatives here and there, but we still couldn't raise enough for the exorbitant medical expenses for burn treatment.

The 7,000 to 8,000 yuan daily ICU fees for the two of them had already exhausted our resources. We were
already burdened with nearly 600,000 yuan in debt for treatment, but that wasn't enough. To keep my father and brother alive, we needed at least another million
yuan for burn treatment and skin grafting surgery…

The troubles at home also caused me to make frequent mistakes at work, receive customer complaints, and eventually be grounded.

Those days were the darkest time of my life.

Then Brother Li appeared. He first analyzed the career prospects of a flight attendant for me. To be honest, being a flight attendant
is a job that relies heavily on youth. Later, he suggested that I try applying to his company. Brother Li's company
was a branch of a group company, probably the largest musical instrument distributor in the country. The head office was
even stronger, ranking among the top in the Fortune 500. Although it was a receptionist position, it wasn't like any other company
's receptionist position; it represented the company's image. The compensation offered by a Fortune 500 company was much higher than that of a flight attendant, with
more diverse promotion paths and learning opportunities. Although Brother Li was a manager, he didn't have the final say in hiring.

I initially went for the interview with a try-it-and-see attitude, but unexpectedly, I passed. Looking at
the salary and benefits offered by that Fortune 500 company, I was tempted, especially since I needed money at that time.

Afterward, I resigned from the airline and joined my current new company.

Although the salary was higher, it was still a drop in the bucket compared to my father's and brother's medical expenses.

I've considered borrowing money from so-called financial companies, but without any collateral
, which company would dare lend me hundreds of thousands?

There are indeed companies that would lend, but their conditions are prohibitive.

There's "naked loan," which requires no collateral and is specifically for women. Of course, not just any woman
can get a naked loan; they assess her appearance first. Those who are unattractive or older don't even qualify. One company...
The lender from the company met me and immediately told me that if I agreed, they would give me not just one million, but 1.5 million.
Their requirement was that I hold my ID card and record a short video of myself masturbating, showing my face and private parts,
for at least 10 minutes. After the video was approved, they would release the loan as collateral. They promised to keep the
video confidential and delete it after I repaid the loan.

Although I was short of money, I knew this was something I absolutely couldn't touch. After all, news reports had covered
how naked loans could force women into prostitution.

I've thought of all sorts of things to get that money to keep my dad and brother alive...

I've even considered selling myself, not prostitution, of course. Forget a million,
I'd marry anyone who offered 500,000... I've even thought about selling my virginity... Basically,
I've considered anything that could get me a large sum of money quickly, since it's for their lives. But where am I supposed to find that kind of money all at once?

The hospital is pressing for payment; if I don't pay soon, I'll be forced to leave. I know
the consequences will be severe...

But we really have no money left. My mom just called to discuss it with me, saying that if there's really no other way
, we'll have to leave the hospital and try some herbal remedies at home. We can only leave it to fate.

One million might not mean much to a wealthy person, but now, that one million represents
the separation of life and death for a family…

“Xiao Ling, you’ve been here for over half a month. Is there anything you’re not used to at the company?”

The person asking me was Brother Li, the supervisor of this company and the one who introduced me.

Although I’ve been anxious and uneasy lately because of family matters, I’ve reflected on my
experience at the airline where I couldn’t control my emotions and was grounded, so I won’t make that mistake again.

“Thank you for your concern, Supervisor. The company is fine, everyone is very kind to me,” I replied with a smile.

“You’ll get used to it. By the way, after work, wait for me a moment, there’s a document I need you to confirm.”

“Okay, sure.”

I didn’t think much about what document Supervisor Li was referring to; I guessed it was some kind of onboarding process document.

It’s been half a month since I started working at the company. The working hours are much better than when I was a flight attendant; fixed working hours, and
I don’t have to deal with those difficult passengers anymore.

Moreover, I think the new company's office lady uniform is
much more stylish and attractive in design than the uniform of my previous airline. The old flight attendant uniform, designed in bright red to emphasize the service industry,
felt really tacky.

The company's receptionist uniform is provided free of charge: a white shirt paired with a navy blue Western-style skirt, a British-style
design that is natural, elegant, understated, and noble. To maintain a uniform skin tone, the company, like the airline
, requires wearing stockings with the uniform. Wearing stockings gives a sophisticated and composed impression
.

Although Beijing summers are quite hot, and wearing stockings in the heat can be uncomfortable because sweat makes
them stick to the skin, that's only true without air conditioning. Whether on an airplane or
in a modern office building, the air conditioning is blasting in the summer. In the office, with the long uniform
and the skirt not even reaching the knee, it's a bit chilly without anything to cover the skin.

Of course, the ultra-thin flesh-colored stockings I'm wearing now can't compare to flight attendants' stockings
; theirs are always thicker and more elastic.

After work, I didn't have to wait long before Supervisor Li came over. "The documents are in my car; I forgot to bring them into the company
. Come with me to get them, and take a closer look while you're at it."

Hearing Supervisor Li say this, I hesitated a bit, and I felt his smile was
different when he said "take a closer look," giving me the impression that there was something more to it.

But then I thought, it's broad daylight, I just got off work, even in the parking lot there are other colleagues leaving,
and there are security cameras. We're all colleagues, we know each other so well, Supervisor Li wouldn't do anything to me, right?

So I followed Supervisor Li to the company's underground parking lot to get the documents.

Seeing other colleagues who had driven there walking down the underground parking lot in twos and threes, I felt relieved. I'm not familiar with cars, but I recognized it as a Volkswagen

with a circle around two Ws and the word "Volkswagen" below. Manager Li's car looked like a Passat. 　　Manager Li opened the car door, rummaged around inside for a while, and handed me a sealed document bag. 　　The bag was quite thick and heavy, indicating it contained a lot of documents. 　　"Get in, I'll take you to the exit. I have a bag opener in my car; you can open it and take a look." 　　That's true; if I didn't get in Manager Li's car, I'd have to go back and take the elevator to the first floor to leave the underground parking lot. But I didn't sit in the passenger seat; I opened the back door and sat in the back. 　　After closing the door, Manager Li handed me a bag opener, and I opened the document bag. 　　"This…" 　　My face turned deathly pale when I saw what was inside. 　　Panic, helplessness, anger, then my mind went blank. 　　The document bag didn't contain documents, but rather printed color photographs. 　　The photos were utterly obscene, all my private pictures—some of me showering naked, some of me using the toilet, some of me being secretly photographed under my skirt… A thick stack of photos, all of them of mine. 　　Fake, fake, right? They're all fake, photoshopped, I frantically flipped through each sheet, screaming inwardly. 　　But every single photo was incredibly clear. In the one of me showering naked, even a small black mole next to my right breast was clearly visible… I have a mole of the same size in the same spot next to my breast … 　　The showering photo was taken in a hotel. I remember that hotel; it's in a mountain city. I stayed there when I was a flight attendant, about a year ago. 　　When I was secretly photographed in the toilet, I was wearing my flight attendant uniform; the location was probably an airport restroom. The under-skirt photo was taken on an escalator… 　　Why? Why are these photos here? Why does Manager Li have some of these photos? Countless whys…

My mind raced.

I felt like I was caught in a massive conspiracy, someone was following me, secretly photographing me, and I was completely unaware
. I was angry, scared, terrified…

“Want to know how I got these photos?” Manager Li looked at my bewildered state with a hint of smugness
.

“You…you followed me and secretly photographed me? I’ll call the police!” I tried to open the car door to get out, but found it was already
locked.

“Xiao Ling, don’t get agitated. I didn’t take these photos. You should thank me.” Manager Li’s words were
shocking.

“I found these photos on a foreign forum. After seeing them, I thought it was you. I
contacted the person who uploaded the photos and spent tens of thousands of yuan to buy them. I warned them not to post them again, and they threatened
me not to call the police, otherwise they would spread these photos online.”

“Do you think I’d believe your nonsense?” I roared angrily.

"Believe it or not, that's the truth. I still have evidence. Even if you call the police, it's none
of my business. I even paid someone not to distribute these photos. You need to understand,
you're not the only one being secretly filmed. I'm just showing you the parts of the videos that are about you. If you call the police,
not only will you not be able to catch the person who filmed you, but what if you anger them and they actually distribute these photos online?
Have you thought about the consequences?" Manager Li said.

"Besides, you need to know, if you call the police and the videos are leaked, will the other women who were secretly filmed
thank you or hate you?" Manager Li said, tapping his phone a few times.

"Ding-dong," my WeChat rang, notifying me of a message.

"Check it yourself, I didn't lie to you, I sent you the video."

I opened WeChat with some skepticism and indeed received a video from Manager Li.

It's a hidden camera video taken in a restroom. The camera is fixed inside the toilet bowl, shooting upwards, just
enough to capture the face of the woman entering. Women using the restroom, whether urinating or defecating, must remove their skirts or pants
and squat over the toilet bowl, their exposed genitals facing the hidden camera at an angle…

The video has been edited; the camera position remained unchanged. Women were continuously filmed entering the restroom; I was the fourth one,
and I saw myself in it… Because the video has no date, I don't know when it was filmed
. I frequently use airport restrooms.

In the video, I was wearing a flight attendant uniform that day. After entering the restroom, I flushed once, then
took out tissues from my pocket and held them in my hands. I lifted my skirt to my waist, revealing black pantyhose underneath.
While flight attendant pantyhose aren't ultra-thin, they aren't too thick either; through the black pantyhose, you could clearly see
the underwear underneath.

I spread my legs, inserted my thumbs into the waistbands of my pantyhose and underwear, and pulled them
down to below my knees. Then I squatted down…

The video content was incredibly shameful. My naked genitals were clearly visible, my entire vulva was filmed, and
between my labia, there was tender pink flesh. A stream of urine shot out from this flesh, changing from a jet to a
stream, then to droplets. As the droplets fell, the vaginal opening, wet with urine, became
somewhat translucent, as if covered with a film of water.

In the video, I unfolded a tissue, reached my right hand across my crotch, rubbed the tissue against my vaginal opening a few times, and
then threw it into the toilet. Afterward, I stood up, pulled up my pantyhose and underwear from below my knees, tidied myself up
, and then lowered my skirt to flush and leave.

…

Although I wanted to admit that this wasn't me, the reality was undeniably terrifying, sending chills down my spine.

Overwhelmed by the sudden release of nude photos, coupled with the recent events affecting my family, I broke down under this double pressure.
Tears streamed down my face, and my mind went from chaotic to completely blank.

I don't even know how I got back to my dorm.

That night, I thought about many things, I don't even know what I was thinking about, but one thought kept recurring
in my mind.

I wanted to die; maybe death would be a relief for me right now…

My phone rang for a long time before I came to my senses. Suddenly, I was afraid of hearing the phone ring; I was afraid that what I answered would be
something even more terrifying.

It was a call from home.

I wiped away my tears, forced myself to stay calm, and tried to speak in a composed voice, "Hello, Mom..."

Things had indeed gotten worse. The pre-paid hospital fees weren't enough. The doctor said they could only last
three more days. This meant that if we couldn't pay for continued treatment within those two days, the hospital would have to
discharge my dad and brother. My mom called, crying, saying she was going to sell our house, but houses in small towns weren't
worth much, and if she had to sell it so quickly, the value would be even lower.

I knew that even selling the house wouldn't be nearly enough, and I knew my mom was under
even more pressure than I was… If something else happened to me… I didn't even dare to think about what would happen to her…

Death might be a relief for me, but for my mother, it might mean losing her entire
family.

Another thought crossed my mind: I decided to take the plunge. I wasn't even afraid of death; what else could I be afraid of now?

I dialed a number, and the other person answered.

"I know what you're thinking when you showed me these nude photos. I don't believe you. You're
the mastermind behind it all, aren't you?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about. The facts are as I told you. Believe it or not, it's up to you.
Even if you call the police, I have evidence to prove my innocence."

Yes, I dialed Manager Li's number, but he didn't want to admit it.

"As for what you said, that I showed you those photos because I have no feelings for you? Otherwise, tell me,
what are my feelings?"

"You...you bastard!" I was completely helpless against Manager Li's answer.

If the source of the photos was really as he claimed, even if I called the police, he wouldn't be in any trouble. But if the mastermind...
The video and photos were widely circulated, potentially harming not only me but also other victims.
One of them is someone I know. For example, in the hotel shower video, besides me, another
flight attendant in my room was also a victim. The video was taken in the bathroom, and it also captured other flight attendants besides me.

But that's not the point. The point is, I need money. I need money to save my family. So I decided
to use this as an excuse to blackmail Manager Li. As for whether it's illegal, I didn't even consider that.

"Stop pretending. You specifically printed out my photos to show me, just to force me to comply, right?" "

What do you mean, force you to comply? I don't understand what you mean. Explain yourself clearly." Hearing
that smug voice on the other end of the phone, I really wanted to rush over and slap him a few times.

"1.5 million, and I'm yours. Otherwise, I'll call the police, and you won't get away. I'll let everyone in the company know
you're a scumbag," I gritted my teeth and stated my final condition.

"Heh, you're threatening me? Go ahead and call the police. I already told you I have evidence. I'm not afraid of you calling the police.
Let the company find out, I don't care. I don't live off this job alone. As for the money you mentioned,
I don't think it's clear over the phone. If you really need money, come
find me at A1801, Tianhu City Community next to the company after work tomorrow, and we'll talk then. That's all for now." ...Beep...beep...beep, Manager Li
hung up the phone without another word.

"You bastard. Despicable...scum..." I held the phone, cursing incessantly at the disconnected line
, venting my emotions.

That night, I didn't sleep a wink, tossing and turning in bed, my mind filled with the nude photos and my family.
I don't know how long I slept, but the alarm clock rang.

Looking at the haggard figure with dark circles under my eyes in the mirror, I couldn't believe it was me.

I put on makeup to cover the dark circles, changed into my work uniform, and went to the company to start another day of
work.

"Xiao Ling, you seem a little off today."

"Thanks for your concern, it's nothing, I just didn't sleep well last night." I forced a
smile and gave her a reassuring one.

It seems my insomnia last night really affected me; even my colleagues noticed.

I was a little afraid to see Supervisor Li, but thankfully, I didn't see him all day at work.

Finally, it was time to leave work, and I ate dinner at the company cafeteria. Most of the single employees
at the company eat there; the company's logistics are excellent, even dinner is cooked by a professional chef, and the dishes are very plentiful
and delicious. Although I didn't have much of an appetite, I ate a little.

Although I was reluctant, I decided to go to Tianhu City residential area for the money.

Tianhu City isn't far from our company, just a short walk away, about 20 minutes
, so I decided to walk.

"What a coincidence, Shi Ya? You live in this area too?"

At the entrance of Tianhu City, I ran into my colleague Sha Xue, who was also walking back from the company. Of course, at the company
, we all call her Murong.

I'd heard of compound surnames, but they're actually quite rare. Murong was a newcomer to the company, and I
joined less than a week after her; we were both newbies, really.

The nosy male colleagues liked to group her and me together as the company's two most beautiful women.

Although I'm quite confident in my looks, I was still
stunned by Murong's appearance when I first saw her. Even as a woman, I had this thought; for men, Murong was a celestial beauty, a
goddess-level beauty.

The key is that Murong wasn't just stunningly beautiful; her figure, skin, and even her voice were impeccable . Not to mention, she graduated from a prestigious music academy in the empire, putting her in a completely different league
from me, someone who graduated from an obscure teachers' college. 　　She was able to participate as a host in high-level company meetings right after joining; she had everything: looks and charisma. 　　"What a coincidence, Murong. I don't live here; I'm here to see someone." Looking at Murong, who greeted me with a smile, I dared not tell her the truth—I was looking for Manager Li. 　　Murong and I were just colleagues, not friends, so a greeting and a nod were enough. 　　We parted ways, and I didn't ask her where A1801 was. I didn't want anyone to know my situation, and besides, Building A wasn't hard to find. People were going in and out of Building A, and I followed behind, not pressing the pager on the door, and went straight to the door of room 1801. 　　Standing in front of the door, my heart was pounding like a rollercoaster. A wave of tension washed over me, and a tightening in my lower abdomen made me feel a slight urge to urinate. 　　Should I go in? What would I face if I went in? These were the questions that kept nagging at me as I stood at the door, making me quite anxious. 　　More than ten minutes passed. 　　I hesitated, but I couldn't escape the reality: I needed money! 　　I tidied my appearance, fixed my hair to make myself look less haggard, and then buttoned up my shirt before ringing the doorbell. 　　The door opened; it was Manager Li. This must be his home, since he seemed quite casually dressed . 　　The house was luxuriously decorated. Through the living room, I could see the terrace in front of it and the expansive lake view in the distance. The European-style furniture and decor clearly indicated a hefty price tag. 　　"Come in, please sit anywhere in the living room. The slippers are over there; feel free to change," Manager Li gestured to the shoe cabinet before turning and walking towards the room next to the living room. 　　Looking at the slippers under the shoe cabinet and the clean wooden floor in the living room, I hesitated for a moment, but ultimately took off my black high heels. 　　Thankfully, although my feet were quite sweaty after wearing heels all day, and the stockings felt a little sticky, at least I didn't have any foot odor. 　　I changed into slippers, and although I was wearing thin stockings, my toes felt much cooler. 　　I found a bright spot in the living room near the terrace and sat down. It was a very comfortable and soft...

A soft sofa.

Gazing at the lake view outside the window, I was somewhat lost in thought. I wondered if, if he were to force me to do something I didn't want
to do, I should jump off the balcony…

"I won't pour you any water; you wouldn't dare drink it anyway," Manager Li said, emerging from the adjacent room
with only a glass of water in his hand. He drank as he walked and sat down in the chair in front of me.

I had never experienced anything like this before, so I didn't know what to say.

"Relax. The strap on your bag is almost broken. You can put it aside for now."

"…"

"You came to see me, and you're just going to stay silent like this?" Manager Li said, looking at me.

It wasn't that I didn't want to speak; I really didn't know what to say… Angry? I used to be, but after I started planning
to use this to extort money, I felt I wasn't so angry anymore.

"Since you don't want to speak, I'll speak first. You want to extort money from me, right?"

"Yes...no, I'm not extorting you. You know perfectly well what you did. What a coincidence
! How did these videos end up in your hands?" Although he guessed correctly, I did want to extort money from him, but I
couldn't admit it.

"Heh, I've given you my reasons. Believe it or not, it's up to you. Let's talk about something else you said last night
: 1.5 million, and I'm yours. That's what you said, right?" Manager Li chuckled, looking at me
as if mocking me.

"...Did I say that? You misheard. 1.5 million is compensation..." I panicked.

At that moment, a voice came from Manager Li's phone: "1.5 million, and I'm yours. Otherwise, I'll
call the police, and you won't get away. I'll let everyone in the company know you're a scumbag."—This bastard had
recorded my conversation with him last night.

"I..." This recording left me bewildered.

"Not only that, I also recorded the conversation just now. Do you want to listen to it?" Manager Li, like a cunning
fox, clicked on another recording he had just started.

"...1.5 million is compensation."

"See, aren't you extorting me?" Manager Li's smile became even more malicious.

My mind went blank, as if I had been struck a heavy blow, and I felt somewhat dazed.

"How...how could this be...I'm clearly the victim, I'm not! I didn't! Don't talk nonsense
..."

"Heh, nonsense? Let me explain what happened. I found
a video of you being secretly filmed on a foreign website. I'm a good person, and to prevent the video from being distributed, I paid out of my own pocket to ask them not to spread it
. To warn you about your safety, I showed you the video, and then you falsely accused me, and then you
tried to blackmail me for 1.5 million. See, that's what happened."

"No...I didn't...I didn't blackmail you...You're making false accusations!" I realized I was still too
naive; I was so flustered that I couldn't even speak coherently.

"But you have a motive to blackmail me. Your father and brother were in a car accident, and you need money for
their treatment. What did the doctor say? If you can't pay the hospital fees in two days, you'll have to be discharged and leave it to fate
."

If what I felt before was just a sudden, overwhelming shock, then Manager Li's words
were like a bolt from the blue, electrifying me to the point of trembling and numbness.

"How do you know about my family?" My hands trembled, and my face showed surprise.

"An employee's family is facing a major crisis that's affecting their work. As a leader, of course I have to care about my
subordinates and help them solve their problems. I know that shows I'm a good leader, doesn't it?"

"Let me put it this way: right now, your father and brother are both in the hospital, your mother is taking care of them, and the whole family
depends on your income. Of course, you can be cold-blooded and abandon them for yourself. If you call the police,
I'll be investigated, and you'll be investigated too. After all, extortion is a criminal case. I
can leave the company and still live comfortably. Can you do that? When your nude photos are seen by everyone, will you still have the face to stay at the company
?"

"Besides, you desperately need money to beg your dad and brother, right? Who can help you now? Let me tell you, I can.
Don't even mention 1 million; even if it's ten times that, 10 million is nothing to me. I'm saving your whole family
."

"Of course, this isn't a welfare organization. Money is available, but not given away for free, Ling Shiya, do you understand
what I mean?"

My face was pale, and my body was trembling. I bit my lower lip tightly, barely managing
to maintain my composure through the pain.

"You came to me, you must have thought about this issue," Manager Li said calmly, looking at me.

"I..."

Yes, I had thought about it long ago. For money, I would even sell myself, but
when it came to actually doing it, I found myself chickening out.

"Actually, this matter isn't complicated. Have you ever had a boyfriend?" I don't know when, but Manager Li
had already sat down next to me.

"No... I haven't," I lowered my head, my voice barely audible.

"Never had one?" Manager Li's expression changed from joy to suspicion.

"Okay, let's get straight to the point. I can give you the money, but you..."

"Can I consider it a loan? I'll pay you back later, just don't touch me, okay?" I interrupted Manager Li
, slapping away his hand that was about to reach for my thigh.

"Heh, I don't know whether to call you naive or cunning. You want the money but don't want
to give anything in return. The door's over there, why don't you go ahead?"

Damn it, this guy Li seems to have me cornered. What should I do? I also want to leave this
awful place without looking back, but then what? Where am I supposed to get the money?

Tomorrow, the day after, only two days left. Am I really supposed to resort to a nude loan? I'd rather be
ruined by this guy Li than take out a nude loan. At least Manager Li is decent-looking, much better than those
bosses with yellow teeth and big bellies.

But I'm also a little unwilling. I used to fantasize that one day my man would be in front of everyone...
In a scenario where he appears, clad in golden armor, riding on a seven-colored cloud to marry me.

But reality is so cruel. I remembered a saying: life is like being raped; you either enjoy it or resist
… I wanted to resist, but I found I couldn't resist at all.

"Then… then… what do you want?" As I said this, my heart raced, and my stomach felt like it was being squeezed in
my throat.

"How about this, seeing how nervous you are, how about we play a game?" Manager Li's gaze
made me feel a little scared.

"What… game?"

"A gambling… game, let's call it that for now, but it doesn't matter what you call it, the key is how I want to
play.

" "Why should I play such a boring game with you?"

"Since it's a gambling game, of course there will be rewards, and you won't lose, you'll profit no matter whether you win or lose."

Hearing Manager Li say this, my heart tightened immediately.

"Winning or losing is all up to you. If you win, I'll give you 100,000; if you lose, you only get 50,000.
Aren't your father and brother waiting for money to pay their hospital bills? It seems like it'll cost 1 million. You see, if you win,
you'll achieve one-tenth of the goal."

"Moreover, if you agree to continue playing this game,
I'll cover all your father and brother's hospital expenses. You won't have to worry about it anymore. How about it?"

Although Manager Li's game might not be a simple game, if he really meant what he said, I
was willing to play along.

"You're just talking; how am I supposed to know if you'll actually do it?" I said, which was also my biggest worry.

"So, Xiaoling, what kind of guarantee do you need? To be honest, believe it or not. If you don't believe me, you can
leave now. I'm not stopping you." Manager Li spread his hands, displaying an indifferent expression.

Believe it or not, play it or not, I kept weighing the options in my mind, but he seemed to have me completely under his
thumb, and I really wanted to slap him twice.

I gritted my teeth. He wanted to gamble, right? I'll gamble too. If he cheated on me, even if it meant death, I'd drag
him down with me.

"Okay, I'll play with you, but only with you and me. No third person can participate or know.
All future games will be like this. Do you agree?"

I said this because I had my concerns. What if he wanted to find another man to play with me, or play some kind of gang rape game
?

"Hehe, you can rest assured about this. You're so beautiful, how could I bear to share you? You can only belong to
me alone. The game begins."

Manager Li leaned closer, and I reflexively tried to get up and sit further away, but he grabbed my hand.

"No... don't do this!" I struggled hard and finally managed to shake off his hand.

This was purely a conditioned reflex...

"Alright, since that's the case, let's change the game, let's guess the flavor," Manager Li said without getting angry.

"I'll get a prop first," he said, turning and walking into the room next to the client's.

I curled up on the sofa; his grip on my wrist had caused me some pain, and I gently rubbed it
, like an injured kitten licking its wound.

A short while later, Manager Li brought over a folded white towel and asked, "Can you smell the flavor on this?

Guess the flavor?" I took the towel, looking at Manager Li with some doubt. I didn't believe his game would be
so easy, but I couldn't guess what he was planning.

I tried holding the towel to my nose and smelled it lightly; there was a faint orange scent... Just then,
a hand suddenly pressed down, pressing the towel tightly against my mouth and nose. At the same time, a strong
arm tightened around my neck. I struggled and gasped for breath. The last thing I remembered was the strong orange scent on the towel
, and then I knew nothing more.

My head was spinning, and as my mind gradually cleared from the daze, I discovered something terrifying.

I was lying there, bound to a table.

A large mirror was embedded in the ceiling, and through its reflection, I saw myself.

My arms were outstretched, elbows bent at my ears. Turning my head left and right, I could clearly see
two sheaths on my wrists, a rope about the thickness of an index finger tied to them, forcing my hands into a surrender
-like position fixed to the two corners of the table.

My legs were spread apart, hanging naturally at the knees, bound to two other table legs,
my feet dangling in the air.

A word suddenly came to mind: date rape.

But then I realized that apart from being bound, I didn't seem to feel any other discomfort. Although I couldn't get up
, I could barely see that my clothes were still intact, my skirt hadn't been pulled up to my waist, and I
could still feel the stockings on my legs.

"You're awake?"

Just as I was about to scream for help, Manager Li walked over from beside the table.

"What did you do to me?" I asked, though I was a little scared.

"Don't worry about what I'm going to do to you, it's just a game."

"Since it's just a game, then let me go!"

"That won't do. Your body is very resistant to the game I'm going to play. Look, I just grabbed
your wrist and you shook it off, so I'll have to make do with you for now."

I was panicked and terrified because I didn't know what he was going to do to me since he had me tied up here. It was that
kind of fear of the unknown.

"Let me tell you, I installed soundproofing in this room. No matter how loudly you shout, no one will hear you. But for safety's
sake, I'll bring you this first."

He took out a soft rubber ball with two straps, and ignoring my struggles and screams, he forcibly opened my
mouth, put the ball in my mouth, and then wrapped the straps around my cheeks and
secured them at the back of my neck.

The soft ball in my mouth was uncomfortable; I couldn't scream. Any sounds I made were just "uh" and "
hmm." Even my tongue was stuck, curled up behind the ball.

I struggled, trying to turn my body to break free, but it was all in vain until I ran out of strength.
The exhaustion that followed forced me to abandon this futile struggle.

I cried, hoping he would see my vulnerability and let me go.

But I miscalculated; he completely ignored me, offering not even a word of comfort.

"It's over," I thought...despair set in, and I gave up struggling, letting him do as he pleased.

In the mirror, I saw my tear-streaked face, and he was squatting at my feet, seemingly intent on something
.

Out of sight, out of mind, I simply closed my eyes.

I felt a pair of hands grasp my feet, those hands stroking my toes and calves
...making me feel ticklish.

"I must say, your jade-like feet and those flesh-colored stockings are a perfect match, so smooth to the touch," I said helplessly, bound and unable to move, listening to his comments about my body, letting those hands roam freely over my legs through the stockings. 　　"Oh? You've been wearing high heels all day, and you don't even smell,"

he said, 　　then a caressing sensation came from my toes. 　　Those hands started from my toes, slowly gliding up my instep, down my calf, past my knee, and onto my thigh. 　　They slipped inside my skirt, slowly moving upwards, gradually sliding towards the inside of my thighs… 　　“No…no…no,” I tried to cry out, but only whimpers came out. 　　I opened my eyes and saw him standing in front of me, his hands rubbing my thighs incessantly inside my skirt . 　　The inside of my thighs, being close to my vulva, is a sensitive area. His hands, using the web of his thumb and forefinger, rubbed back and forth on the inside of my thighs. 　　Thankfully, while his hands were constantly caressing my thighs, they didn't touch my lower body. 　　“Not bad, soft and smooth. Your legs are very well maintained, no scars, no pigmentation, and the muscles are evenly distributed, very smooth.” 　　Suddenly, I felt something soft, warm, and slightly moist touch my feet, making kissing and sucking sounds. 　　In the mirror, he was squatting beside my legs, but I couldn't see what he was doing. 　　He...he...wasn't he kissing and licking my legs...wasn't he afraid of getting dirty? 　　I could feel him licking and sucking almost every inch of my legs. 　　"How is it? Comfortable, right? Your legs are so beautiful, I couldn't help but suck them all over." 　　"Mmm...mmm..." I wanted to call him a pervert. 　　"Next, here, let's see what color it is." 　　I couldn't see him touching my legs, but now, I bent down and could see his movements. 　　He slowly pulled open the hem of my shirt tucked into my skirt...and then unbuttoned my shirt one button at a time. When the last button was undone, he ignored my struggles and lifted my shirt. 　　"Oh, it's a cream-colored bra. The style is nice, a C cup, just the size I estimated." 　　"Your abdomen is quite pretty too." 　　"Alright, I'm going to reveal something that will excite a man." 　　"No...no." I struggled desperately, but couldn't stop him. 　　He didn't unbutton it; instead, he roughly cut the bra cup joint with scissors. 　　A chill ran down my spine, and my breasts were exposed. 　　"Nice breasts, the nipples and areolas are even pink. Let me rub them." 　　He reached out, one in each hand, grabbing my breasts and squeezing and kneading them, occasionally flicking my nipples with his fingers. My soft breasts changed shape constantly in his hands. 　　Every time he flicked my nipples, an indescribable sensation spread from my nipples to every part of my body. 　　"No...no...don't do this..." Squeezing and kneading wasn't enough; he even used his mouth. 　　He gently bit my nipple with his teeth, causing a slight stinging sensation. He then licked it with his tongue, sending a tingling sensation through me. Then he sucked hard, and under his forceful sucking, a throbbing pain slowly spread through my nipples and areolas. 　　"You see, the human body is very honest. As long as it's stimulated properly, it will produce a physiological response," 　　he said, pinching my nipples and pulling them upwards. 　　"Ugh..." The pain forced me to arch my chest upwards in response to his force. 　　"Your nipples are engorged. They were just a little bigger than soybeans a moment ago, but now they're the size of peanuts in their shells , and they're even erect." 　　He then flicked them a few times with his fingers. 　　"Ouch!" The sudden pain in my nipples almost made me cry. 　　"Very elastic." 　　No matter how he kneaded and abused my breasts, I was helpless. I could only close my eyes tightly, like an ostrich burying its head in the sand... letting him ravage me. 　　"Alright, now let me guess the color of your underwear. I'll guess black," 　　Manager Li teased me, muttering to himself. 　　I had no chance to argue; my mouth was gagged, and I couldn't speak. 　　Those hands touched my thighs again, rubbing them a few times before slowly lifting my skirt, gently raising it until it reached my waist. 　　"Ugh..." My instinctive reaction was to pull my legs together, but the restraints on my legs restricted my movements; I could only slightly tuck my knees in. 　　"Heh, wrong guess? The off-white underwear matches your bra, it's a set, isn't it?" 　　"Let's see how honest your body is." 　　"Nothing wet, judging by appearance." 　　Suddenly, a finger touched the sensitive spot between my legs, the sudden touch making my body tremble. 　　The finger first pressed, then rubbed. 　　"Hmm, it's still dry, but through the stockings and panties, maybe it's wet inside, just not showing so quickly." 　　"I have to compliment you again here; you chose really good stockings, sheer flesh-colored stockings with a single stripe at the toes."

" Wearing it on your legs, it's truly irresistible."

"But the seam at the crotch of the stockings seems misaligned. I like them symmetrical, let me align them for you."

I kept my eyes tightly closed, feeling my genitals being pressed by fingers again.

"Since you don't want to see, I'll tell you. I'm touching your vulva. The center seam of the stockings, of course, needs to be aligned
perfectly with the seam, ha, got it."

"Sure enough, it looks much better when it's aligned."

"Then I'll start consuming it, you can slowly experience it."

What does that mean, consume it? Hearing this, I panicked, words like genital mutilation and cannibalism flashed through my mind
...

"Ugh... ugh." I quickly opened my eyes to see what this pervert wanted to do to me.

I saw him bury his head between my legs, constantly rubbing his face against my crotch through the stockings, while
I also felt something warm and wet moving between my legs. "Uh... ugh..." His nose and mouth kept touching and sucking, and a slight tingling sensation

came from my crotch and groin . 　　I noticed my genitals were gradually becoming wet. 　　"Alright, now it's my turn to guess. I bet your underwear is wet." 　　He pulled my stockings down to my knees, but instead of taking off my underwear directly, he roughly cut open the waistband with scissors... 　　I felt a chill on my genitals; my private area had been exposed. 　　"Heh, you're definitely soaking wet. Look at you, your juices are flowing like threads." 　　Seeing that I wasn't paying attention, this pervert put his fingers, which were covered in my bodily fluids, under my eyes and nose. 　　He was fiddling with my genitals, uttering all sorts of obscene words as he did so. 　　"Your pubic hair is a bit sparse, but it's quite supple." 　　"Your vulva looks beautiful, just like your nipples, it's a light pink." 　　"You said you've never had a boyfriend, so does that mean you're still a virgin? I don't quite believe it, let me check." 　　The feeling returned; I felt my labia being pulled apart... 　　"I can't see very clearly from this position, let me change your position." 　　He loosened the ropes on my legs, ignoring my struggles and resistance, lifting my legs and binding them into an M-shape. 　　"Okay, now let's check your hymen again." 　　"I'm pulling apart your labia, can you feel it? I see your urethra, all I see is a glistening light pink. Below is your vaginal opening, I'm spreading it open." 　　"I see it, it's a complete hymen." 　　I bit my lower lip, forced to listen to his obscene words. I was bound in this humiliating position, unable to move , and my lower body was being played with. All I wanted to do was cry. 　　"Mmm..." A warm, soft sensation came from my lower body. That thing, with its agile movements, moved between my genitals. My body felt like it was being electrocuted, both numb and itchy, a comfort that came from the bottom of my heart. I couldn't help but moan. 　　I opened my eyes, wanting to see how he was playing with me now. 　　He... was actually licking my genitals. 　　Before, through my stockings and panties, if he was just kissing, now, after taking off my stockings and panties , he was actually licking my genitals directly with his tongue. I could even feel him sticking his tongue into my vagina... and even licking up the fluids that had flowed out of me. 　　"Ugh..." I felt like vomiting. 　　But... this feeling was really good. I could even feel him constantly teasing and playing with different parts of my genitals with his tongue. 　　He sucked on my clitoris, and then kept flicking it with his tongue. That was a woman's most sensitive spot, making my whole body tremble and unable to control my moans. 　　He licked my urethra, and I could feel the urge to urinate coming on. He even tried to force his tongue into my little hole, intensely stimulating my urge to urinate… I had the urge to pee in his mouth… 　　He also stretched out his tongue and inserted it into my vagina, but no matter how far his tongue stretched, it couldn't go very far, so it didn't give me deeper stimulation. However, I could feel that my vagina was producing a large amount of secretions, and when he sucked on it, I could feel these secretions flowing out continuously. 　　I felt like I was about to climax; the intense stimulation made me want more and deeper caresses… 　　My body's initial instinctive rejection slowly turned into acceptance. 　　I thrust my lower abdomen forward, wanting his tongue to go in even deeper… 　　because I had never experienced this feeling before. Was this sex? 　　"Your face is flushed, and your expression and movements aren't so resistant anymore," 　　he said, stopping his movements and looking at me. 　　"Don't you want to say anything?" 　　He removed the ball from my mouth, waiting for my answer. 　　I didn't want to talk to him. Even if it felt good, I wouldn't admit it… 　　"Don't want to talk? Then try not uttering a sound later. 　　" "Buzz…" I heard the sound of an electric motor turning, like the flapping of bees' wings. 　　I opened my eyes, wanting to see what he was up to this time. Even if I died, I wanted to know what had killed me. 　　He held a string of pink spheres, each with a string attached to its top. The spheres vibrated, emitting a buzzing sound. 　　Although I haven't used these things myself, after the explanations from the fujoshi (female fans of BL) in my university dorm, I still know what they are ... 　　a vibrating egg, a type of female masturbation device. Its function is simple: a round vibrating ball can be used to stimulate various sensitive areas on a woman's body... 　　... 　　Of course, even if I knew what it was, I wouldn't say anything. Looking at that string of vibrating eggs, I felt a little scared, and a little expectant... 　　I knew that no matter how much I cried out, these things would still be used on my body. Besides, I felt that in my current situation—wearing stockings, naked, and tied up, unable to move—if I cried out "no..."

The words, in a man's ears, would probably arouse his lust even more, so I could only remain silent
and close my eyes to show my indifference to him.

A tremor came from my nipple, but it didn't give me much stimulation. I wouldn't tell
him that a woman's nipples only react strongly to stimulation during specific periods of sexual arousal. If a touch
would elicit a reaction, what about breastfeeding women?

The vibration moved slowly down from my nipple, and as it passed my abdomen, I couldn't help but struggle; it wasn't pleasurable,
but rather itchy.

A cell phone rang, interrupting his actions.

"Hello? Hmm, hmm, hmm, okay, where? Okay, okay."

Someone called him to go out? When he asked where, my mind started racing.

Even though I was tied up, he couldn't kill or imprison me, could he? After he was done, he'd have to let me go.
That meant if he needed to go out now, wouldn't I be free?

His next words confirmed my thoughts.

"I have a dinner party tonight," he said

, but his next words shattered any thought of leaving.

"Your training isn't over yet. We'll continue when I get back tonight. Tonight is your training night."

"Please let me go home first, please. Can we play again next time?"

...

No matter how much I begged, he remained unmoved, clearly looking like he was going to "play you to death tonight
. "

He moved me to a large armchair, spread my legs apart, and raised them into an "M" shape. Then
he tied my wrists from the outside of my legs to my ankles, and wrapped a leather strap around my knees several
times, securing it to the sides of the chair, so that my legs were spread wide and couldn't be brought together. He tightened the rope around my knees
and adjusted it, making the minimum angle of my legs spread 120 degrees, which is what my legs were spread at now
.

"Do you know why we chose a 120-degree angle? That way the angle is wide enough, and you won't feel tired. That
's science."

He then found some tape and stuck two pink vibrators on each side of my breasts, so that
the vibrators would sandwich my nipples. He then took out a clip with a small bell on it and gently clamped my nipples.

He turned on the vibrator. As it vibrated and stimulated my nipples, the little bells rang, producing a series of crisp
sounds…

“You don’t need to worry about the clamps hurting your nipples; the clamps aren’t very strong,”

he said, standing in front of me, staring at my private parts between my spread legs, making me feel ashamed…

I was almost completely naked now, my underwear had been cut and removed. Although I was still wearing my company
’s white OL shirt, the buttons were all undone, and vibrators had been forcibly attached to my breasts. I was still
wearing flesh-colored pantyhose, which he hadn’t taken off or torn, but without underwear to cover me, and because the
pantyhose was ultra-thin, my entire genitals were clearly visible through them. The worst part was, I
couldn’t cover them at all. Having a man stare at my private parts like that was so… shameful.

He reached into my pantyhose, holding a vibrator, and moved it down my lower abdomen, finally
touching my vaginal opening.

"Mmm..." After rubbing the opening of my vagina a few times, I gently pressed it,
and the vibrator slid into my vagina.

"I didn't put it in very deep, so you don't have to worry about breaking your hymen."

He adjusted the exposed wires of the vibrator and straightened my stockings, making sure the crotch
was pressed tightly against my skin.

"That way it won't slip out."

"There's one more thing."

He turned around and took out a round-headed device that looked like a massager.

"This is an AV massager, the key to releasing your passion and unlocking the door to your body's pleasure."

"I won't open it for you to try it out yet. You'll find out its functions later; consider it a surprise."

Could I refuse? I don't even have freedom now, so what right do I have to refuse? Even if I shout
"No!" loudly, he'll still give it to me. Hearing "No,
don't!" from a delicate beauty like me is like giving an enemy a full-health resurrection and a berserk buff. I'm desperate, but what can I do?
Should I cooperate willingly? At least in his presence, this was impossible.

He took out a rope noose, put the vibrator inside, and secured the rope around my waist. The round head of the vibrator,
through my stockings, pressed tightly against my genitals from above.

Finally, I was moved to an adjacent room.

This room was small, but had no windows. The walls were covered with thick black cloth, making it very
dark. He moved me in front of a black cloth, turned on the light in front of me, and lifted the cloth.

Behind the cloth was a mirror. The light wasn't very bright, but it illuminated me. In this pitch-black room
, I became the only focus. Through the mirror, I could see my reflection.

In the mirror, I was bound to a chair, wearing a white shirt, my breasts exposed, pink
vibrators stuck to my nipples, looking so bloated. My legs, clad in stockings, were spread in an M-shape, and my hands, as if holding my ankles
, pressed against the vibrator in my genitals, as if it were an extension of my body.

"Perfect, it's practically a work of art...

"

This perverted manager Li did this to me, and he calls it a work of art...

Then, he shoved something into my right hand.

"Here, this is the grip switch, it controls the power to the vibrator and massager."

"By the way, let me tell you, this game is called 'placement training.' Okay, I'm leaving. You have five minutes
to prepare. Good luck."

With that, he turned and left the room, closing the door behind him.

"Phew..." I only breathed a sigh of relief after he left. I was constantly worried he would rape me, but if he really wanted to force himself on me, I couldn't do anything about it... After all, I had already agreed to play this dangerous sex game
with him for money ...

As for his mention of five minutes to prepare, I didn't understand. What was I supposed to prepare for? Mental preparation?

The room was very quiet, with only a beam of light shining on me; everything around me was dark.

I wanted to try to break free of my restraints. Although I had struggled outside, the man
was right there, and even if I broke free, he would tie me up again, so I hadn't used much force.

Now that he was gone, I could try.

I struggled, twisted, and used all my strength, but I couldn't break free. Instead, I exhausted myself until I was panting. It seemed
there was no way out; I could only wait quietly for him to return…

Time passed second by second.

"Buzz…" A buzzing sound suddenly filled the quiet room.

Before I could react, my nipples and genitals vibrated like waves crashing.

In fact, a woman's arousal doesn't follow a linear curve. You can't
expect her to become sexually aroused just by touching her sensitive areas a few times. The increase in arousal is more like a parabola; it requires
continuous stimulation to build up the sensation. Every woman's constitution is different, and
the amount needed to build up varies. Furthermore, arousal and sexual desire can decline; you have to keep stimulating
. Once you stop, the arousal and sexual desire will disappear quickly.

From no feeling, to comfortable, to very comfortable, to extremely comfortable, under the influence of the vibrator and massager,
the sensation was like a flood, quickly exceeding my limits.

"Mmm...uh...mmm...uh...mmm...uh..." I couldn't help but moan.

"Uh...uh...good. So good."

"Hmm?...No...I can't take it anymore. I can't take it anymore..."

"Stop...stop...please stop..."

Thankfully, I still retained a sliver of rationality and wasn't completely overwhelmed by sexual desire.

I remembered the switch that Supervisor Li had given me before he left. Luckily, I hadn't lost it; I was still holding it in my hand. Before the extremely
comfortable feeling drained my last bit of strength, I gripped it tightly…

The world became quiet. The buzzing sound disappeared the moment I gripped it, and the vibrations inside and outside my body stopped
, as if I had frozen time.

In the quiet room, only my panting remained…

“Huff…huff…finally…it’s stopped, is it?”

Just when I thought I could control the vibrating power source, I released the hand gripper.

“Buzz…”

“Wh…what, again…again. Uh…uh ah.”

The vibration struck again, and I couldn't control my moans any longer; they automatically escaped from deep within my throat
…

I gritted my teeth, enduring the extremely pleasurable numbness, and gripped the switch tightly once more.

The vibration stopped again.

Now I understand how to turn the grip strength switch on and off, and what Manager Li said before leaving about
the "five-minute preparation time"...

Initially, the vibrator and massager on my body weren't activated. The "five-minute preparation time" meant that
after five minutes, these things would automatically turn on.

I initially thought the grip strength switch would activate when I gripped it, so I didn't press it at first,
thinking that as long as I didn't press it, it would be fine.

But it turned out to be the opposite; the vibrator and massager automatically activated after being powered on, only
stopping when I pressed them down...

The way to avoid the vibrations from the vibrator and massager was simple: just hold them down.

However... the pleasurable sensation involuntarily gave rise to some strange and shameful thoughts.

The room was empty except for me. I was bound and unable to move. The controller on my hand was
the only thing I could control. So, after countless internal struggles, I decided
I should still test if the switch worked…

The pleasure from the vibration-sensitive area was irresistible. I was like a drug addict,
somewhat lost in a sea of pleasure.

Especially after realizing my life was safe and I couldn't escape this restraint, in this
sealed, empty space, I simply let myself go.

I couldn't help but release the switch again and again. A strange feeling spread throughout my body, growing stronger and
stronger.

And then… and then again… I released the switch.

The little bells clipped to my nipples rang. Because of my position, my erect breasts were very close to my
chin. The ringing drew my gaze there. I had never observed
my nipples so closely and for so long before. Although they were being vibrated by two vibrating eggs, they remained so hard and erect. The engorged nipples
were constantly being stimulated, which, although it was a little itchy, was very pleasurable. It sent waves of throbbing through my chest
, reminding me of the heart-pounding feeling when my nipples were sucked and teased by that soft, skillful tongue
…

In my lower body, the massager was vibrating incessantly, constantly stimulating my genitals and vulva, while
the pink vibrating egg inside my vagina was also jumping happily. The combined effect of these two sensations
created waves of pleasure that washed over me.

I could feel my vagina secreting fluids under this stimulation. My genitals were already
soaked. Looking in the mirror, I saw that my stockings were covered in sticky fluid, which had soaked the
stockings and made them cling to my skin, making the already transparent stockings even more transparent.

"Mmm...uh...mmm...uh...mmm...mmm..." I kept moaning and panting.
I couldn't control myself. It wasn't that I wanted to moan like that; it was my body's instinct. As soon as I opened my mouth slightly
, my throat would make that sound on its own.

My body started to get hot, and the pleasure kept rising. I wanted to squeeze my legs together, I wanted to touch my
genitals with my hands, but I was restrained, and my body started to tremble.

"So good...so good...mmm...uh...I'm coming. No...no..."

I stopped myself again at that spot.

Like a body's self-protection mechanism, for some reason, I just couldn't bring myself to cross that line.

I felt that if I did, I would become a slutty woman.

Am I not already slutty? Look at myself in the mirror, in such a slutty pose, using
so many vibrators—doesn't that count as slutty? Wouldn't this make all men turn into beasts? If
I were tied up like this on the street, would countless men play with me? Wait, why am I having these thoughts?

My mind suddenly cleared. Wait… what's wrong with me? I was somewhat surprised. Why am I
having these thoughts? What was I doing just now? Why would I do something so shameful?

…

I decided I had to hold down the switch; I couldn't turn it on again.

But after holding it for a while, I realized my idea was naive, and reality was cruel…

Anyone who's used clips knows that you can easily pry them open with just a little force, but
if you can't let go and keep them open, your hand will
get tired after a short time.

If before I was actively letting go to seek pleasure, now I'm being forced.

I only just realized this problem: my hand really can't hold on much longer.

I've been playing around with it so many times on my own, and the sexual excitement has drained too much of my energy. Being tied up also
drains my energy. Now I don't want to play anymore, but I find I might be forced to continue.

Time is passing, there's no time for me to see it, and I don't know how long I've held on.
Holding it for so long has made my fingers tired.

It's not just my hands that are tired; holding it in the same position for so long has made my bent legs tired, and my arms tired too.

"Ugh… I can't hold on much longer…"

I bit my lower lip, closed my eyes, and braced myself for a shock.

"Thud..."

With a sound of something falling to the ground, my heart skipped a beat, and even my nerves twitched.

"Oh no..."

Because my hand was tired, I didn't grip the switch tightly, and the spring-loaded switch
flew out of my hand and fell to the ground.

It was that familiar vibration, that familiar pleasure... The vibrating

egg on my nipples, the vibrating egg inside my body, and the massager pressing against my genitals all worked simultaneously, vibrating
every sensitive part of my body.

"Ugh... Huff. Ugh... Huff..." The pleasure slowly developed and accumulated in my body, and my
breathing became heavier.

My body slowly began to heat up, and a strange sensation began to spread from my nipples and genitals,
growing stronger and stronger.

The intense vibration from my genitals, the pleasure it generated, kept assaulting my psychological defenses, forcing me
to twist my body, hoping to divert or reduce the stimulation to my private parts.

"Hah...uh...ah..." The pleasurable feeling made me moan incessantly.

"Uh...uh...uh..." A pleasurable numbness came, making my scalp tingle.

"Uh...no...uh...no..." I endured the numbness, using my muscles to control my genitals,
contracting them backward, trying to reduce the stimulation from the vibrator. The pleasure this place gave me was the most intense.

"Stop. Stop...stop!" I shouted loudly.

If I still had the controller in my hand, I would have stopped it by now.

The intense stimulation made me clench my fists. I used all my strength to endure it, even lifting my toes and
bending my feet into an arc.

"Stop...stop..." After the extreme pleasure came discomfort.

I struggled incessantly, violently shaking my body, like a drowning person struggling in the water.

At least a drowning person can wave their arms and kick their legs for help.

My hands and legs were bound tightly, and I could only watch helplessly as I drowned in pleasure.

"No...no...someone save me...waaaaah..."

I had never experienced such extreme pleasure before, and I was terrified, so terrified that I cried.

Even worse, in my struggle, I suddenly felt the urge to urinate, and with the constant stimulation, the urge
grew stronger.

"Ugh...ugh. Ugh. Waaaah~uh~uh~" I cried...I really cried...

the pleasure kept pounding against my body, like waves crashing over me, and under this onslaught
, I struggled to hold my urine.

"It's coming. Ugh. It's coming. Ugh. No. Ugh. No. Ugh."

The pleasure raged through my body; I felt it hatching inside me, about to burst forth
.

"No...no...no..."

"Ahhhhhh!!!..."

I couldn't hold back anymore, like a volcano that had been suppressed for so long, finally bursting forth with all its might.

I...had an orgasm

. My body spasmed, trembling uncontrollably, as if an electric current was coursing through my body. A warm current flowed from my lower body to my entire body.
I could only vaguely feel the vibrating egg inside my vagina before, but now my vagina contracted and tightened, tightly enveloping
it, stimulating every fold of the vaginal wall with intense vibrations, feeling the violent throbbing.

The orgasm also caused me to lose control of my urethral muscles, and urine gushed out. I...was incontinent.

Except for my head, which could turn freely, my hands and feet were tightly bound.

So, I could only tilt my head back, open my mouth wide, and only let out heavy moans and gasps into the air.

"Ugh...ugh...huff...huff..."

"Stop...stop...stop...stop it." I pleaded alone in the room, my cries mingling with sobs
.

But nobody paid any attention to me… The vibrating egg on my nipple continued to stimulate my upper body.

The genital massager, though covered in my urine and vaginal fluid, showed no signs of stopping.

I felt my body burning hot; lust had completely ignited within me. I wanted a pair of large hands to knead my…
My breasts... I wanted a mouth and tongue to lick and suck my nipples. I wanted a man's penis to thrust
deep into my vagina, to fuck me hard, to fuck me to death... But none of that happened.

The orgasms continued, each second unbearable.

...

I don't know how many orgasms I've had. I'm so tired. The repeated orgasms have left me with no energy to
think about anything.

I don't know how much longer I can hold on, or how long I've been holding on.

I only know that the vibrator and massager are still stimulating me, and I keep going
through cycles of orgasm-consciousness-orgasm-consciousness.

The constant orgasms have left me in a daze, not even knowing where I am or what my name is.

"Where am I? Am I sleeping in bed?"

My mind is a blur.

My throat is dry, and I unconsciously swallow a few times, producing some saliva that I swallow down.

My hands are tied, preventing me from moving.

I want to get up, but I can't lift my legs or get up.

I panicked, my previously dazed mind suddenly clearing considerably.

I struggled and twisted my body desperately.

The strange movements from my sensitive areas made me open my eyes, my vision gradually clearing. I saw
the bound woman in front of me, sitting on a chair, her legs spread and bent in an M shape, her wrists tied to her ankles
.

This was me. The vibrating egg and massager placed inside and outside my body were still creating
pleasure after I regained consciousness… Then, under the constant stimulation, my body experienced another orgasm…

I felt like I was going crazy. I didn't know how many orgasms I had experienced. I didn't know if I would become dehydrated
because, with the stimulation of my vagina, I felt that my vagina was constantly secreting lubrication. The seat of the chair I was bound to was covered
with my bodily fluids, a mixture of vaginal fluid and urine, and my stockings were completely soaked.

…

Finally, the door reopened, and that bastard was back…

When I regained consciousness, I was already untied, and the vibrating egg and massager were gone.

I lay naked on a soft, large bed, covered with a blanket. It was already daytime outside.

"You're awake?"

Manager Li walked in, seemingly out of nowhere.

"It's 1 p.m., you've slept for 10 hours..."

My

first BDSM game was over. I later learned I'd been tied up there for seven hours.
My dad's and brother's medical expenses were covered, but the price was that I had to continue playing this game with him... I
couldn't refuse.

And my first time was two days later, when he asked me to meet him at a hotel. He used a whole bunch of sex
toys on me before finally breaking my hymen.

I don't know what my future holds. Sigh, I'll just have to take it one step at a time. (

End of Xiao Ling's side story)

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