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

"Hmm... Hmph..."

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

My mind was a blur and confused.

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

My hands were tied, preventing me from moving.

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

I panicked a little, and my previously confused mind suddenly cleared up.

I struggled and twisted my body.

The strange movements from my body's various senses made me open my eyes. My vision gradually cleared, and I saw
the bound woman in front of me, sitting in a chair with her legs spread and bent in an M shape, her wrists tied 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. A graduate of a not-so-famous teachers' college, I wasn't content to be
a music teacher. 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 see, every airline in the capital has very strict requirements for flight attendants. Besides education
, there are high standards for height, weight, and health. Requirements include a well-proportioned figure, dignified demeanor, a
sweet , fluent speech, good temperament, and strong interpersonal skills.

As a teachers' college graduate, defeating many sisters majoring in flight attendant training and foreign languages proved my
abilities, both in appearance and inner qualities.

While others might see being a flight attendant as a lucrative job, only those who have actually worked in the
industry hardships.

Often, it involves getting ready and boarding in the middle of the night, and putting on a sweet smile before the early morning.

Taking to the skies means losing freedom; being a flight attendant is like confining yourself to a standardized cage: a narrow,
enclosed space, uniform greetings, uniform attire, even uniform smiles.

Looking out the window from the cabin window reveals the absolute freedom of the sky.

Inside the cabin, we are simply a group of reasonably well-paid service staff, skillfully displaying what is supposedly more elegant and
personalized service.

As for the unspoken rules, I won't go into detail. Some successful male passengers will try to entice
us some flight attendants 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, 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 Mr. Li,
a .

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. My brother wasn't particularly successful in school, but he eventually followed in my dad's footsteps, as long-distance transport can't be done by
one driver alone.

Frequently, those who drive freight trucks rarely come home. My mom, having some free time, opened a small
supermarket , and the whole family lives 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 did the entire truckload of high-grade leather burn, but my father and brother were also severely burned.
Although the insurance company covered part of the cost, after paying the cargo owner's compensation, all of our family's savings were gone. We borrowed from
relatives and there, but we still couldn't raise enough for the exorbitant medical expenses for burn treatment.

The daily ICU costs of 7,000 to 8,000 yuan 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 grafts…

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 period of my life.

Then Brother Li appeared. He first analyzed the career prospects for flight attendants 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 is a branch of a group company, which is considered the largest musical instrument distributor in the country. The head office is even stronger,
ranking among the top in the Fortune 500. Although it's a receptionist position, it's not like a typical receptionist
position; it's a prestigious role for the company. Fortune 500 companies offer much higher salaries than flight attendants,
and there are many more opportunities for promotion and learning. Although Brother Li is a manager, he doesn'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 the 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 has increased, it's 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. One such company

is "naked loan"—no collateral required, a type of loan 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 lender told me directly that if I agreed, he'd give me not just a 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. Once approved, they would release the loan; this served as collateral. They promised to keep
the until I repaid the loan, at which point they would delete it.

Although I was short of money, I knew this was something I absolutely couldn't touch, given the numerous news reports about
how "naked loans" forced women into prostitution.

How to get that money to keep my dad and brother alive? I've thought of all

sorts of things... 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 money for their lives. But where am I supposed to find someone all of a sudden?

The hospital is pressing for payment of my hospital fees. If I don't pay soon, I'll be forcibly discharged. I know
the consequences will be severe...

But we really have no money left. My mom just called to discuss it with me. She said 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.

A million might not mean much to a rich person, but right now, a million means the separation of
my family by death...

"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 manager of the company and the one who introduced me to it.

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 ended up being 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 figured it was probably some onboarding process document. I've

been working at the company for half a month now. The working hours are much better than when I was a flight attendant. Fixed working hours,
no more dealing with those difficult passengers.

Besides, I think the new company's office lady uniform is much more stylish and attractive in design than the uniforms at my previous airline
. My old flight attendant uniform, with its bright red design to emphasize the service industry,
felt really tacky.

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

While it's true that summers in Beijing can be 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 airplanes or
in modern office buildings, the air conditioning is blasting in the summer. In the office, with the long uniform
and the skirt not even reaching the knee, it can be quite chilly without something to cover the skin.

Of course, the ultra-thin nude stockings I'm wearing now can't compare to the flight attendants' stockings
, which are thicker and more elastic.

It was after work, and I didn't have to wait long before Supervisor Li came over. "The documents are in my car; I forgot to bring them to 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 little, 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, just after work, and even in the parking lot, there are other colleagues 　　leaving, and there are security cameras. We're all colleagues, we know each other well, surely Supervisor Li wouldn't do anything to me? So I followed Supervisor Li to the company's underground parking lot to get the documents. 　　Seeing other colleagues driving down the underground parking lot in twos and threes, I felt relieved. 　　I'm not very familiar with cars, but a circle around two Ws with the word "Volkswagen" below it— I recognized it as a Volkswagen. Supervisor Li's car looked like a Passat. 　　Supervisor Li opened the car door, rummaged around for a while, and then handed me a sealed document bag. 　　The document bag was quite thick and heavy, indicating it contained a lot of documents. 　　"Get in the car, 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 file bag. 　　"This…" 　　My face turned deathly pale when I saw what was inside. 　　Panic, helplessness, anger, then my mind went blank. 　　The file bag didn't contain documents, but rather rows and rows of printed color photos. 　　The photos were obscene, all of them private pictures of me—some of me showering naked, some of me in the toilet, some of me being secretly photographed under my skirt… A thick stack, all of them photos of me. 　　Fake, fake, right? They're all fake, photoshopped, I frantically flipped through each page, 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 photos of me showering were 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 photographed in the restroom, I was wearing my flight attendant uniform, and the location was probably the airport restroom; the photos of my skirt being pulled up were taken on the escalator… 　　Why? Why are these photos taken? Why does Manager Li have some of these photos? Countless "whys" swirled in my mind. 　　I felt like I was caught in a huge conspiracy, someone was following me, taking photos of me without my knowledge I was angry, I was scared, I was terrified…

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

"You...you followed me and took these photos? I'm calling 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 instead," Manager Li said,
dropping a bombshell .

"I found these photos on a foreign forum. I thought it was you, so I
contacted the person who uploaded them and spent tens of thousands of dollars 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
. 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 filmed in a restroom. The camera is fixed inside the toilet bowl, shooting upwards
so it just shows the face of the woman entering. Whether urinating or defecating, women have to take off 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 hasn't changed. Women are constantly being filmed entering the restroom. I was the fourth one,
and I saw myself in the video… 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's uniform that day. After entering the restroom, I flushed once,
then took out tissues from my pocket and held them in my hand. I lifted my skirt to my waist, revealing black pantyhose underneath.
While flight attendant pantyhose aren't ultra-thin, they're not too thick either; through the black pantyhose, you can 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, from a jet
to , then to droplets. As the droplets fell, the opening of my vagina, wet with urine, became
somewhat translucent, as if covered with a film of water.

In the video, I unfolded a tissue, my right hand reached 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, but I don't even know what I was thinking
. One thought kept nagging at me :

I wanted to die. Maybe death would be a relief for me right now…

My phone rang for a long time before I snapped out of it. I suddenly felt afraid to hear the phone ring; I was afraid it would bring
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 prepaid hospital fees weren't enough. The doctor said we could only afford
three more days. In other words, 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 aren't
worth much, and if we had to sell it quickly, the value would be even lower.

I know that even if I sell the house, the money won't be nearly enough. I also know that my mother is under
even more pressure than I am... If something happens to me again... I don't even dare to think about what will happen to her...

Death might be a relief for me, but for my mother, she might lose all her
family.

I had another thought, and I decided to take the plunge. I'm not even afraid of death, so what else could I be afraid of?

I dialed a number, and the other person answered.

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

"I don't know what you're talking about at all. Anyway, 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 couldn't do anything about Manager Li's answer.

If the source of the photos is really as he claims, even if I report it to the police, he won't really get away with it. But if
the mastermind distributes the videos and photos widely, not only me, but other people who were secretly filmed might also be harmed
. One of them is someone I know, like that hotel shower video—besides me,
another was also a victim. The person secretly filmed her in the bathroom, and they also filmed 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...
I decided to use this as an excuse to extort money from Manager Li. I didn't even consider whether it was illegal.

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

"What do you mean, force you to comply? I don't understand. Explain yourself clearly." Hearing
the 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? Call the police then. I already told you I have evidence. I'm not afraid of you calling the police. Let
the company know, so be it. I don't care. I don't live off this job alone. As for the money,
I don't think it's clear over the phone. If you really need the money, come to A1801 in the Tianhu City residential area next to the company after work tomorrow,
and we'll talk. That's all for now." ...beep...beep...beep, Manager Li hung up the phone
without further ado .

"You bastard. Damn it...scum..." I
cursed , venting my emotions.

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

Looking at my haggard reflection 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, starting another day of
work.

"Xiao Ling, you don't seem quite right today."

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

It seems my insomnia has 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. I went to the company cafeteria for dinner. Most of the single employees
in the company eat there; the company's logistics are excellent, even dinner is cooked by a professional chef, and the dishes are
plentiful delicious. Although I didn't have much of an appetite, I still ate a little.

Although I was reluctant, I decided to go to Tianhu City residential area to get 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, Shiya? 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 had only recently joined the company, and I had joined
less than ; in a way, we were both newcomers.

The nosy male colleagues at the company liked to put her and me together as the two most beautiful women in the company.

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

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 in high-level company meetings as a moderator as soon as she joined the company; her looks and demeanor were impeccable.

"What a coincidence, Murong. I don't live here; I'm here to see someone," I said, smiling at
Murong. I dared not tell her the truth—that I was looking for Manager Li.

Murong and I were only colleagues, not friends, so a greeting and a nod
were enough.

We said goodbye, and I didn't ask her where A1801 was. I didn't want anyone to know about my situation, and besides
, Building A wasn't hard to find. People were going in and out of Building A, so I followed behind, not pressing the pager on the door, and went straight to
the door of 1801.

Standing in front of the door, my heart was pounding like I was on a rollercoaster. A wave of tension washed over me, and
a tightening 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 myself up, fixed my hair to make myself look less haggard,
and buttoned up my shirt collar before ringing the doorbell.

The door opened; it was Manager Li. This must be his home, because he was dressed very
casually .

The house was luxuriously decorated. Through the living room, you could see the relaxation terrace in front of it and the expansive
lake view in the distance. The complete set of European-style furniture and decorations showcased its high price.

"Come in, please sit anywhere in the living room. The slippers are over there; feel free to change," Manager Li pointed to
the shoe cabinet and turned to walk 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 finally
took off my black high heels.

Fortunately, although my feet were quite sweaty after wearing high heels all day, and my
stockings a bit sticky, I didn't have any foot odor.

After changing into the slippers, even with a thin layer of stockings, my toes felt much cooler.

I found a bright spot in the living room near the terrace and sat down on a very comfortable
and soft sofa.

Looking out at the lake view, I drifted off into thought. I wondered if, if he were to force me to do something I
didn't want to , 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 next 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 a bit, the strap on your bag is almost broken. You can put the bag aside for now."

"..."

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

It's not that I don't want to speak, I really don't know how to say it... Am I 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, then 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 are the odds of these videos ending up in your hands?" Although he guessed correctly, I did want to extort money from him, but I
couldn't admit it.

"Hehe, I've given you my reasons, believe it or not is up to you. Let's talk about another
thing you said last night, 1.5 million, and I'm yours, that's what you said, right?" Manager Li looked at me with a smirk,
as if mocking me.

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

Just then, 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 actually
recorded my conversation with him last night.

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

"Not only that, I also recorded the conversation we just had. Do you want to hear it?" Manager Li, like a cunning
fox, tapped 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 wicked.

My mind went blank, as if I'd been struck a heavy blow, and I felt a little disoriented.

"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
release it . To warn you about your safety, I showed you the video of you being secretly filmed, and then you framed me, and then you
tried to blackmail me for 1.5 million. You 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 to treat
them. 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 just now was a sudden, overwhelming shock, then Manager Li's words
were like a bolt from the blue, electrifying my entire body.

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

"When an employee's family faces a major crisis that affects 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, and your mother is taking care of them. 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 will be investigated, and you will be investigated too. After all, extortion is a criminal case. I can leave the company
and still live a worry-free life. 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 mention 1 million, even if it's 10 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 inappropriately, okay?" I interrupted Manager Li
, slapping away his hand that was about to touch 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 is over there, so come on over."

Damn it, this guy Li seems to have me figured out. 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 tomorrow, only two days left. Am I really supposed to resort to nude loans? 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 was also somewhat unwilling. I had once fantasized that one day my man would appear in a grand spectacle
, clad in golden armor, riding on a seven-colored cloud to marry me.

But reality was 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 was utterly powerless.

“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?”

"It's a gambling game... let's call it that for now, but it doesn't really matter what you call it. The key is how I want to
play it.

" "Why should I play this kind of boring game with you?" "

Since it's a gambling game, of course there will be rewards, and you won't lose. You'll profit whether you win or lose ."

Hearing Manager Li say this, my heart tightened.

"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, as long as 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 bills. 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 do I 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 tell you the truth, believe it or not, it's up to you. If you don't believe me
, you can leave now; I'm not stopping you," Manager Li said, spreading his hands with an indifferent expression.

Believe it or not, play or not, I kept weighing the
options completely under his thumb, and I really

wanted to slap him twice. I gritted my teeth. He wanted to gamble, right? I'd gamble too. If he lied to 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 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. Let the game begin."

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 and finally managed to shake off his hand.

It was completely a conditioned reflex...

"Alright, since that's the case, let's change the game, let's guess the flavor." Manager Li wasn't angry.

"I'll get a prop first." After saying that, he turned and went into the room next to the client's.

I curled up on the sofa. His grip on my wrist had hurt a bit, and I gently rubbed
my wrist , like an injured kitten licking its wound.

Not long after, Manager Li brought back a folded white towel and asked me, "Can you smell the flavor on this?"

Guess the flavor? I took the white towel, looking at Manager Li with some doubt. I didn't believe his game would be
so easy, but I also couldn't guess what he wanted to do.

I tried holding the white cloth to my nose and smelled it gently; it had a faint orange scent… Just then,
a hand suddenly pressed down, pressing the white cloth 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 white cloth, and then I knew nothing more.

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

I was lying there, tied 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 nooses
on , each tied with a rope about the thickness of an index finger, forcing my hands into a surrender
-like position on the two corners of the table.

My legs were spread apart, hanging naturally at the knees, tied 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 tied up, I didn't feel any other discomfort. Although I couldn't
get up , I could still see that my clothes were 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 it for now."

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

"Let me tell you, this room is soundproof. No matter how loud you shout, no one will hear you. But just to be safe
, I'll give you this first."

He took out a soft rubber ball with two straps, and ignoring my struggles and screams, forcibly opened my
mouth and put the ball inside. Then he 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 screams I made were just "uh" and "
hmm." I couldn't even stick my tongue out; it was just curled up behind the ball.

I struggled desperately, trying to turn my body to break free, but it was all in vain.
Exhaustion overwhelmed me, forcing me to give up this futile struggle.

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

But I was wrong. He completely ignored me, not even offering a word of comfort.

"It's over," I thought... in despair. I gave up struggling and let him play with me.

In the mirror, I saw my tear-streaked face, and he was squatting at my feet, seemingly up to
nothing .

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

I felt a pair of hands grasp my feet, those hands
stroking … making me feel a little ticklish.

"I must say, your jade-like feet and those flesh-colored stockings are a perfect match, so smooth and soft to the touch."

Bound and unable to move, I could only helplessly listen to his comments about my body, letting his hands
roam freely over my legs through the stockings.

"Oh? You've been wearing high heels all day, and you don't even smell."

Then, I felt a caress on my toes.

His hands started from my toes, 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 moans came out.

I opened my eyes and saw him standing in front of me, his hands rubbing my
thighs .

The inside of my thighs, being close to my vulva, is a sensitive area. His hands were rubbing back and forth on the inside of my
thighs with the web of his thumb and forefinger.

Thankfully, although his hands were constantly stroking my thighs, they didn't touch any of my private parts.

"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 sucking sounds.

In the mirror, he was squatting beside my legs, but I couldn't see what he was doing.

He...he...could he be kissing and licking my legs...isn'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, which was tucked into my
skirt . When the last button was undone, he ignored my struggles and lifted my shirt open.

"Oh, it's a cream-colored bra. It's a nice style, a C-cup, just the size I estimated."

"Your abdomen is quite pretty too."

"Alright, I'm going to uncover something that will excite a man."

"No...no." I twisted my body desperately, but I couldn't stop him.

He didn't unbutton it; instead, he roughly cut the bra cup joint with scissors.

I felt a chill on my chest as my breasts were exposed.

"Nice breasts, the nipples and areolas are even pink. Let me rub them first."

He reached out and grabbed my breasts, one in each hand, squeezing and kneading them, occasionally pinching my nipples with his fingers
. My soft breasts changed shape constantly in his hands.

Every time he pinched my nipples, an indescribable sensation would 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. Then he
licked it with his tongue, sending a tingling sensation through me. Then he sucked hard, and under his forceful sucking, a throbbing pain
slowly .

"You see, the human body is very honest. As long as it's stimulated properly, it will produce a physiological reaction."

He pinched my two nipples and lifted 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."

After saying that, he 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 guess it's black,"

Manager Li teased me to himself.

Anyway, I had no room to refute him. My mouth was gagged, and I couldn't speak at all.

Those hands touched my thighs again, kneading them a few times before slowly lifting my skirt and
slowly raising it until it reached my waist.

"Ugh..." My body's 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, did you guess wrong? The off-white underwear is the same color as your bra. It's a set, isn't it?"

"Let's see how honest your body is."

"It doesn't look wet."

Suddenly, a finger touched the extreme point of my forbidden zone. This sudden touch made
my body tremble.

The fingers first pressed, then rubbed.

"Hmm, it's still dry, but through the stockings and panties, maybe it's wet inside, just not
showing yet."

"I have to praise you again, your stockings are really good, sheer flesh-colored stockings with a single stripe at the crotch and toes,
they look irresistible on your legs."

"But the crotch seam of the stockings seems misaligned, I like symmetrical ones, 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 line of the stockings, of course it has to be
aligned neatly with the seam, ha, got it."

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

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

What does that mean, eat? 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, rubbing his face against my crotch through my stockings, while...
I felt something warm and wet moving between my legs.

"Uh... um..." His nose and mouth kept touching and sucking, and a
slight tingling sensation came from between my legs and groin.

I found that my lower body was gradually getting wet.

"Okay, now it's my turn to guess. I guess your panties are wet."

He pulled my stockings down to my knees. He didn't take off my panties directly, but instead roughly
cut open the waistband with scissors...

I felt a chill in my lower body. My forbidden zone was just exposed like that.

"Hehe, it really is soaking wet. Look at you, this juice can even be stretched into threads."

When this pervert saw that I was not paying attention, he put his fingers, which were covered in my bodily fluids, under my eyes and nose and waved them around.

My lower body was being played with by him. He was playing with it while uttering all kinds of obscene words.

"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 for you."

He loosened the ropes on my legs, ignoring my struggles and resistance, and lifted my legs, tying 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, and below is your vaginal opening, I'm spreading it open."

"I see it, it's a complete hymen."

I bit my lower lip tightly, forced to listen to his obscene words, I was bound in this humiliating position
and couldn't , and my lower body was still feeling strangely like it was being played with, all I wanted to do now was cry.

"Mmm..." A warm, soft sensation came from my lower body. That thing, with its agile movements,
moved between my genitals, sending shivers down my spine like an electric current through my body—a tingling, itchy, and
pleasurable . 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 that he had removed my stockings and
panties , he was directly licking my genitals with his tongue. I could even feel him inserting his tongue
into my vagina... and even licking up the fluids that had flowed out of me.

"Ugh..." I felt like throwing up.

But... this feeling was so pleasurable. I could feel him constantly teasing and
playing with every part of my genitals with his tongue.

He sucked on my clitoris, then kept flicking it with his tongue. That was a woman's most sensitive spot,
making my whole body tremble and uncontrollably moan.

He licked my urethra, and I could feel the urge to urinate coming on. He even tried to force his tongue into my
opening, intensely stimulating my urge... I had the urge to pee in his mouth...

He stretched out his tongue and inserted it into my vagina, but a tongue can't go very far,
so it didn't give me deeper stimulation. However, I could feel that my vagina was producing
more and more secretions, and when he sucked on it, I could feel these secretions flowing out.

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 arched my lower abdomen, 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 was holding 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 girls 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 that 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 mix of fear
and anticipation...

I knew that no matter how much I cried out, these things would still be used on my body. Besides, I
felt in my current situation—wearing stockings, naked, and bound and unable to move—if I shouted "no,
" it would probably only arouse men more. So, I could only remain silent
and close my eyes to show my indifference.

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 when stimulated during specific periods of sexual arousal. If a mere touch
elicited a reaction, what would happen to women breastfeeding their babies?

The vibration slowly moved down from my nipples, and as it passed over 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 to ask him to go out? When I heard him ask where, a thought started running through my mind.

Even though I was tied up, he couldn't kill me or imprison me, could he? After he was done, he would still have to let me go
. That meant that 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 moved me to a large armchair, spread my legs apart, raised them into an "M" shape,
and tied my wrists from the outside of my legs to my ankles. Then he wrapped a leather strap around my knees
several times, securing it to the sides of the chair, keeping my legs open and unable to close. 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 doing now
.

"Do you know why we chose a 120-degree angle? It's a wide enough angle, 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, making 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
the 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 on my lower body. He hadn’t taken them off or torn them, but without the cover of underwear, and
with the pantyhose being ultra-thin, my entire genitals were clearly visible through them. The key point was that I
couldn’t cover them up. My entire private parts were being stared at by a man like this… so shameful.

He reached into my pantyhose, holding a vibrator, and moved it down from 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 close to my skin.

"That way it won't slip out."

"There's something missing."

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 weak and beautiful woman like me is like giving an enemy a full-health revival and a berserk buff. I'm desperate, but what can I do?
Should I cooperate willingly? At least in front of him, that's absolutely impossible.

He took out a rope loop, put the massager inside, and secured the rope around my waist. The round head of the massager,
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 black 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 face.

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 massager 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 a grip switch, controlling 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 let out a long sigh after he left. I was constantly worried he would rape me,
but if he really wanted to, I couldn't help it... After all, I had agreed to play this
dangerous sex game with him for money...

As for his five minutes of preparation time, 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, and everything around me was black.

I tried to see if I could break free from my restraints. Although I had struggled outside, the
man even if I broke free, he would tie me up again, so I didn't use much force.

Now that he's gone, I can give it a try.

I struggled and twisted, using all my strength, but I couldn't break free. Instead, I exhausted myself until I was breathless. It seemed
there was no other way; I could only quietly wait 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 crashing waves.

Actually, a woman's arousal doesn't follow a linear curve. That is, you can't just touch her
sensitive areas a few times and expect her to become sexually aroused. The increase in arousal is like a parabola; it
requires continuous stimulation to allow that feeling to accumulate. Every woman's constitution is different, and it takes time.
The amount of stimulation also varies, and the accumulation of sexual arousal and desire can decline. You have to keep stimulating yourself;
once you stop, the arousal and 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.

"Ugh...uh...ugh...uh...ugh...uh...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, not completely overwhelmed by sexual desire.

I remembered the switch that Manager 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 …

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 meant by
the five-minute preparation time before leaving…

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 all,
thinking 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 started after being powered on, and only
stopped …

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

But… that 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… I released the switch again.

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 were still so hard. The engorged and erect nipples
were constantly being stimulated. Although it was a little itchy, it felt very good. It made my chest throb with
waves of pleasure. This reminded me of the heart-pounding
feeling when my nipples were sucked and teased by that soft and skillful tongue...

In my lower body, the massager was vibrating incessantly, constantly stimulating my private parts and vulva.
The pink vibrating egg inside my vagina was also jumping happily. The combined effect of these two
was like waves, washing over me in waves.

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,
completely unable to control myself. It wasn't that I wanted to moan like that, but it was my body's instinctive reaction. As soon as I slightly opened
my mouth , my throat would make this 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 point.

It was like my body's self-protection; I don't know why, but I just couldn't cross that barrier.

I feel that if I cross that threshold, I'll become a slutty woman.

Am I not already slutty? Look at myself in the mirror, posing so sluttyly, 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 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 the switch down; I couldn't turn it on again.

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

Anyone who has used clips knows that you can easily open a clip with just a little pressure, but if you can't let go and keep the clip open, your hand will get tired
after a short time . 　　If before I was actively letting go to seek pleasure, now I'm being passive. 　　I'm only just realizing this problem: my hand really can't last much longer.

I've played this game so many times on my own initiative, 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 myself possibly forced to continue.

Time is passing, there's no time for me to see it, and I don't even 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; the same position for so long has made my bent legs and arms tired too.

"Ugh... I can't hold on much longer..."

I bit my lower lip, closed my eyes, and braced myself for the vibration.

"Thud..."

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

"It's over..."

Because my hands were tired, I didn't hold the switch properly. The spring-loaded switch
bounced off 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..." Pleasure slowly built up in my body, and my
breathing became heavier.

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

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

"Ah... Mmm..." That comfortable feeling made me moan incessantly.

"Ugh... Ugh... Ugh..." A comfortable numbness came, making my scalp tingle.

"Ugh... No... Ugh... No..." I endured the numbness, using my muscles to control my genitals,
contracting backward, trying to reduce the stimulation of the vibrator; the pleasure from this area was the most intense.

"Stop. Stop... Stop it!" I shouted loudly.

If I still had the controller in my hand, I would have already pressed stop by now.

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

"Stop...stop it..." 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.

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

"I can't...I can't...someone save me...waaaaa..."

I had never experienced such extreme pleasure before. I was terrified and cried out in fear.

Even more terrifying, during my struggle, I suddenly felt the urge to urinate, and with the constant stimulation, the urge
grew stronger and stronger.

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

The pleasure kept pounding through my body, like waves crashing over me. Under this onslaught
, I struggled to hold my pee.

"It's coming. Uh-huh. It's coming. Uh-huh. No. Uh-huh. No. Uh-huh."

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, it finally burst forth.

I...had an orgasm .

My body spasmed, trembling uncontrollably, as if an electric current was passing 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 . Now, my vagina contracted and tightened, tightly
enveloping it, stimulating every fold of the vaginal wall with intense vibrations, making me feel the violent throbbing.

The climax also caused me to lose control of my urethral muscles, and urine gushed out; I... 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 let out heavy moans and gasps into the air.

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

"Stop... stop... please stop. Stop." I pleaded alone in the room, my cries bordering on
sobs .

But no one paid attention to me... The vibrating egg on my nipples continued to stimulate my upper body.

The vibrator in my genitals, though covered in my urine and vaginal fluid, showed no sign of stopping.

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

The climax continued, every second unbearable.

...

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

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

All I know is that the vibrator and massager are still stimulating me, and I keep cycling through orgasms—blurring consciousness—
orgasms—blurring 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 try to get up, but I can't lift my legs or get up.

I panic, and my previously dazed mind suddenly clears.

I struggle and twist my body desperately.

The strange sensations coming from my body made me open my eyes. My vision gradually cleared, and I saw
the woman in front of me who was bound. She was sitting in a chair with her legs spread open and bent in an M shape, and her wrists were tied to
her ankles .

This is me. The vibrating egg and massager placed inside and outside my body continued to create
pleasure after I regained consciousness… Then, under the constant stimulation, my body experienced another new 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 strapped to was
covered with my bodily fluids, a mixture of lubrication and urine, and my stockings were completely soaked.

…

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

When I regained consciousness, I had been untied, and the vibrating egg and massager were gone.

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

“You’re awake?”

Manager Li walked in at some point.

"It's 1 PM now, you've slept for 10 hours...

"

My first BDSM game ended. Afterwards, I found out I was tied up there for 7 hours.
My dad 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, two days later, he asked me to meet him at a hotel, and after using a bunch of
sex finally broke 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

*** *** ***

Let me explain a few things here:

1. Why didn't I write about breaking my hymen?

Because I wanted to save that for the main story's male and female leads. If I wrote it here, you'd
find the writing style too similar and lose the fun.

2. Why didn't I write the main story, but instead wrote a side story?

Because the main plot is progressing very slowly—you see, I've already written 16 chapters and the female lead is still doing well—I don't want to ruin my original schedule just for the sake of
writing something exciting. But some impatient readers want to see something substantial, so I've come to write this instead
.

3. Why write about props instead of sex?

Props are easier to write about; they come in all sorts of shapes and sizes, making them easier to describe. No matter how you write about sex, the written
descriptions of the process are all pretty much the same. The only thing you can really work on is the foreplay. Once you get to the penetration stage, you're just waiting to write about ejaculation.

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