Part I
1. Early morning awakening from bondage
“Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta ……”
In a haze came the familiar ringing of my cell phone alarm, is it morning already. I usually go to bed early and get up early, but today I didn’t want to get up at all. My whole body, especially the muscles in my legs, was eroded by a feeling of weakness, my mind was drowsy, and my eyelids felt extra heavy.
“Well …………”
A groan full of weariness subconsciously escaped from the depths of his throat. It shouldn’t be too much of a problem to take a nap once in a while. While thinking this, I tried to raise my hand to feel for the source of that annoying alarm bell, but – I realized that I couldn’t move my hand at all. There was a tight binding sensation coming from my wrists, and my fingers seemed to be wrapped around something in a five-fingers-together position, clinging to the sides of my thighs. I struggled hard and felt the pressure of my arms tightening against my body slightly lessen, but was unable to break free further. As soon as I relaxed, my arms were immediately pulled back into place.
As my mind gradually cleared, the sense of touch in all parts of my body gradually returned to normal, communicating to my brain an all-encompassing sense of restraint. Shoulders, big arms, small arms, wrists, fingers, thighs, above and below the knees, calves, ankles, feet, all were restrained by a gentle but dominating force that left me in a situation of utter helplessness yet at the same time made me feel comfortably warm.
I slowly opened my eyes, and my vision was so dim and dark brown that I couldn’t even tell if it was day or night. Turning my head slightly to the side, I could only see a blur of what must have been furniture and furnishings, and was vaguely aware that I seemed to be lying on the floor of the living room. My mouth was stuffed with something soft, and the outside was tangled up tightly. I tried to move my mouth, and the slight tingling sensation of something wrapped around my mouth rubbing lightly against my lips and the underside of my nose was very pleasant. The fresh scent of clothing in my nose was both familiar and intimate, and the panic in my heart calmed down slightly.
However, the vibration from the most sensitive part of my lower body became more and more obvious, which led to a new round of futile struggle. The cell phone used as an alarm clock was stuck to that shameful place, and it seemed to be set to “forced wake-up” mode. The distracting ringtone was getting louder and louder, and the muffled buzzing sound was getting clearer and clearer. The itchy vibrations were constantly stimulating the girl’s most sensitive parts, and the amplitude was getting stronger and stronger, making her itchy. My struggles turned into slight squirming under the tight bonds of my entire body, and my thighs and the insides of my arms felt the wonderful sensation of skin gently rubbing against clothing. Between breaths and inhalations, as my chest rose and fell, the sensation of restraints around my breasts tightened in a mesmerizing way. The mind that had just begun to clear seemed to start to get chaotic again, filled with the wish that someone would free me from these blissful torments, that someone would hug me tightly, caress and rub every inch of my skin hard enough so that every part of my body that had been provoked to be extraordinarily sensitive could enjoy a more direct and intense stimulation.
“Wake up, my lazy cat. Rise and shine, the sun is on your butt.”
The cool female voice pulled me back to reality from my delusions. As the footsteps approach from far away, a refreshing smell of perfume gradually approaches. A petite figure in my blurred vision walked up to me. This is my older sister, and for various reasons I’m temporarily borrowing her home. Although not related by blood, she is my most trusted relative, closest friend, and most terrifying natural enemy. There was no doubt that this miserable situation I was in was her doing.
As if the timing was deliberately calculated, the cell phone ringing stopped abruptly just after my sister’s words, and the vibrating sensation that was tormenting my body and making me hot disappeared. A small sense of loss welled up in my heart, but I felt ashamed of myself for thinking such a thing. My sister seemed to see through my inner conflict immediately, because I felt one of her hands pressing on the lower part of my belly as if it were nothing, and my desire, which had just subsided slightly, was stirred up again, and another moan, which left me with no place to go, involuntarily escaped from my throat. My sister laughed softly. The laugh was close and accompanied by an even stronger scent, as if she had leaned down to a fairly close distance from my face. I could clearly hear her steady breathing and the “rustle” of her long, silky hair sliding down her shoulders.
“Staying in bed is not the behavior of a good boy, you have to be punished oh~~ But, last night’s game really wore you out, so I’ll let you sleep a little longer today.”
My sister spoke in a light voice to reassure me, but her hand on my belly was restless. Ceramic-cold fingers lightly jumped over my hot body, sometimes tapping randomly with her fingertips like a piano, sometimes pressing and rubbing with her fingertips, and sometimes even sliding downward along the curve of my belly to the fringe of the sensitive area. Just a little bit more, just a little bit more. I expect this without shame, exhaling a heavy breath of hot, moist air through the layers of my package.
Suddenly, the sound of my cell phone alarm went off again, and the vibrations from my lower body once again made me soft and tingly. My whole body tensed in fear, and without the layers I would have surely jumped up in surprise. Once again, the perfect bondage was perfect in suppressing my struggles, leaving me to squirm and rub my limbs in vain. Each struggle tugged at sensitive parts of my body, causing me to fall step by step into a web of bondage and pleasure that I couldn’t extricate myself from.
“Oh, this little guy doesn’t seem to agree with letting you sleep in.”
My sister’s hand gently brushed over my lower back to press on the phone, tapping the small, constantly vibrating object with regularity, making the crunching sound of fingernails colliding with the body of the phone through some kind of slim fabric. I tried to move my arms again, realizing that the bondage spread all over my body was not only strong but ingenious. Normally it would be easy to let my arms slide against my body in this position, but at the moment I couldn’t move them at all, struggling as if I felt the far more astringent and resilient nature of the fabric as it tangled together. I fantasized that my sister’s hand could apply more pressure, making the hard shell of the phone tighter against the soft skin, allowing the vibrations to be transmitted more directly. But my sister clearly wasn’t going to let me have my way – at least not yet – and she seemed to be enjoying my humiliated look of being too aroused to hold on. The reassuring yet desperate feeling of bondage removed my guard, allowing any slight stimulation to reach my insides unimpeded, leaving me like a moth to a flame, tormented and hungry for more intense shocks.
“Here’s the good news, although you’ve probably already guessed it ……”
The body felt the weight of her sister slowly pressing down. A light touch came from the tip of my nose, which slowly traveled downward, stopping right in the middle of my mouth, which was propped up and stuffed with fabric and wrapped tightly from the outside, and turned into a one-by-one pressure and kneading. In time with the force of my sister’s fingertips, I let out an indisputable whimper of seduction.
“The phone’s alarm is set to ‘forced wake-up’ mode, which goes off every minute, and the duration of each is also a minute, increasing in intensity in turn. As for how many rounds it will last …… I’m not sure na.”
Gosh, so there’s a chance that this torturous little thing will dutifully keep making noise? A wave of mixed fear and anticipation surged through me. My sister’s voice was close at hand, and my fabric-covered cheeks could feel her slight breath as she spoke and the subtle itch from the tips of her hair hanging over my face.
“So, my little lazy cat, you should have turned off the alarm clock first if you wanted to sleep in. Or are you actually enjoying yourself so much right now that you can’t turn it off? Tsk, tsk ……”
Knowing that my sister was deliberately molesting me, I still struggled to wriggle my body, which was bound and pinned down by my sister, to express my protest, and let out a series of indistinct “whimpering” sounds through the layers of the blockage. Past experience has taught me that although this futile resistance will only make my sister happier, if I don’t resist, she will use it as an excuse to bully me even more in the future.
A gentle pat on my thighs soothed me as if saying, “Good boy, good boy~”. A soft laugh revealed my sister’s happy mood, and it seemed that she was very satisfied with my reaction. I could feel my sister carefully adjusting the decorations on my mouth, adjusting those things that deprived me of my right to speak to the best position, then pressing and smoothing them.
“Okay, okay, it’s Saturday anyway, so do what you like. I’m going to the office and you’re free to do whatever you want until I get back.”
What a grandiose and brazen statement, what kind of “freedom” is there in being tied up like this. But before I could express my dissatisfaction, my cell phone started to beep again. Between distractions, I felt my sister’s sweet, warm breath leave me, and subtle stirrings came from various parts of my body in turn. My sister seemed to be making sure that the bonds on my body hadn’t loosened, but I felt that she was just trying to take advantage of the opportunity to mooch off of me – after tossing and turning for so long, I felt that instead of lessening the bondage all over my body, it was even tighter. I knew it was because my body was getting tighter and more sensitive from all the teasing, but there was nothing I could do about it.
I didn’t know if my sister’s “trip to the office” was really something or just a scare. I don’t know how long she’ll be gone, and I don’t know if the cell phone alarm will last forever. What would happen to me if all these uncertainties ended up in the worst possible situation? No, it wasn’t like that. My sister, while always coming up with all sorts of devious ideas to use against me, never lets me actually get hurt. I did my best to stop my rambling thoughts in the midst of my blissful torment, but I was still more or less panicking inside.
“Don’t be afraid don’t be afraid, I know you are a child who is afraid of loneliness. Good boy~~, I will definitely come back as soon as possible after the company’s matters are taken care of to properly ‘love’ you. Bear with me for now, watch the TV to pass the time, now this program you must like.”
Only the sound of footsteps was heard coming from my left side. In the hazy vision covered in dark brown, I saw the figure of my sister sitting on her knees beside me, leaning down to me. My head was gently and slightly propped up by a pair of hands, nimble fingers tracing the back of my head. The cell phone alarm finally ended again, and the TV went silent for some reason, and the house fell silent. It was then that I realized how ragged my breathing had become. The fabric in my mouth was already soaked with my own saliva and became sticky, and the hot, humid breath left an unusually stifling sensation as it passed through the layers of tangled barriers around my mouth, uncomfortable but unavoidable. Taking advantage of this rare moment of serenity, I closed my eyes kozo and felt the sensation of my sister’s presence that surrounded me from all sides. The refreshing aroma, the rhythm of my breath, the stirring of my hair, the touch of my skin against mine, everything was already familiar to me, but I still couldn’t help but blush every time I touched them. I could practically feel myself in the middle of my sister’s gentle care, and the smell of happiness and satisfaction filled my chest.
Just as I was getting lost in the atmosphere of my sister’s softness, a soft touch suddenly came from my lips that were wrapped in layers, causing my mind to go blank for a moment. The covering on my eye kozo was also lifted at the same time, and after a short period of adjustment, I saw my sister’s smiling face, smiling like a greedy cat that had succeeded in stealing fish.
“It’s so sweet, like melted icing sugar, it’s perfect for breakfast.”
It turns out that my lips are my sister s breakfast ah, then my sister s lunch and dinner …… No No No, how is it that every time after being tied up, my mind will only keep popping up all kinds of colorful things.
“I’m off, be a good housekeeper~~”
Ignoring my inner struggle, my sister stepped over my body and walked towards the door. I suddenly remembered that I had been punished for not saying goodbye to my sister once before, and hurriedly lifted my hair with great effort to let out a series of urgent “whimpering” sounds, and saw my sister standing in the doorway as if she had already waited there, with one hand resting on the doorknob, twisting her body back to look at me, and her elegant and elegant figure made my heart flutter. Sister suddenly squeezed out a smile full of flirtation and charm, gently licked her lips, causing me to panic and avert my eyes, only to hear the soft sound of the door closing and sister’s footsteps fading away.
2. Stocking Knitting Hell of Happiness
Calm returned to the surroundings. I closed my eyes and let out a long breath, recalling the warmth of my sister’s light morning kiss just now. I couldn’t help but fantasize about my sister pushing in the door, smiling, telling me she was just trying to play a joke on me, and then giving me a hot kiss that was enough to satisfy me. This fantasy was so real that I heard my sister’s sweet voice again in a trance, and it seemed that my “sister-sama obsession” had developed to an incurable degree.
Wait, no, it wasn’t a hallucination. I suddenly realized that my sister’s voice was coming from the TV. I had almost forgotten about “watching TV”. Turning my head to the right, I saw that a DV was connected to the TV, and the playback indicator was blinking, standing out in the dimly lit living room. In the picture, my sister was gazing at me with a quiet smile that seemed to embrace everything, and she was talking to me.
“Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta ……”
A new round of torture had begun, waves of desire constantly pounding at what was left of the mind’s sanity. I resisted the urge to indulge myself internally, and it took me a long time to regain my composure and force myself to turn my attention to the television.
“…… So that’s my little punishment for you, enjoy it.”
Punishment? I tried to recall my own performance in the last few days. The meals have been delicious, the housework hasn’t gone wrong, the dress code strictly follows my sister’s requirements, and I’ve done my best to fight back every time I’ve been ravaged by my sister …… It seems like I haven’t done anything to incur punishment. Alas, this is a problem, just now only focus on fighting with the cell phone, missed the DV video in the sister’s instructions. This if my sister knows about it I’ll be dead – no, my sister will definitely know, I don’t have anything to hide from her.
I continued to watch TV with trepidation, desperately hoping that my sister would repeat what she had just said. But my sister didn’t seem to intend to speak again. She stretched out her hands in the direction of the screen, and the picture shook violently, as if she was adjusting the angle of the shot. After the picture re-stabilized, I realized that the shot was taken on the very floor in front of the living room TV, and on the dark red carpet lay a slender young girl, surprisingly myself.
“See, just feeding you a glass of honeyed milk with ‘special flavorings’, and immediately you sleep so peacefully. This perfect body, this defenseless expression, it’s really tempting to commit a crime na.”
My sister’s teasing voice drifted in from off-screen. So it was. Now that I think back, I was so tired that I didn’t even want to talk after I got home from the game last night, and I drifted off to sleep after getting out of the hot bath that relaxes my whole body. I vaguely remember my sister gently handing over a glass, which was cool and comfortable to hold, and contained what looked like some kind of creamy, sweet liquid. After drinking it all, I felt soothed and relaxed, and then the memory is blurred.
Normally, one does not see oneself when one is asleep. Therefore, at this moment, a marvelous feeling welled up in my heart as I looked at myself lying flat on the carpet in the picture. I was wearing only a set of black lace underwear on my entire body, and my healthy white complexion looked sweet and lovely against the black underwear and the dark red carpet. My slender and well-proportioned limbs were slightly bent at a naturally relaxed angle, displaying elegant and smooth body curves. Her eyes were tightly closed, her mouth slightly open, fine beads of sweat remained on her forehead, and her wet, silky black hair was spread out on the carpet. A freshly bathed beauty, her body still radiating heat, sleeping deeply on the carpet in only her underwear, even I was embarrassed to think that the image in front of me could be called a beautiful scene.
My sister reappeared in the middle of the shot, carrying a large and two small delicate silk cloth pockets in her hands, and sat on her knees beside me. I followed the ensuing developments with curious attention, forgetting for the moment the source of trouble in the sensitive part of my lower body.
“Usually you squirm and disobey when I tell you to change your clothes, now you’re completely at my mercy.”
Muttering to herself, my sister lifted a pair of flesh-colored one-piece stockings from a small silk pocket and carefully put them on for me. The stockings were long, and my sister pulled the cuffs all the way up to the height where they completely wrapped around my breasts, and then patiently smoothed out every tiny crease – no, even where there were no creases she kept stroking them. Pervert sister, badass sister.
By the time my sister finally picked up the second pair of stockings to her satisfaction, five or six minutes had passed. During this period of time, the cell phone alarm had been faithfully carrying out the task entrusted to it by my sister, attacking every few moments, torturing me to the point of death. At first I counted the number of times it rang in my mind, then my mind was completely filled with desire and I couldn’t care less about it. Until I suddenly realized that it had finally gone completely quiet, I couldn’t recall how many times it had gone off. When being bound by such a dense maneuver like this, it’s the most taboo to struggle recklessly, because any movement will pull the sensitive parts of the whole body, which in turn will bring about a stronger sense of bondage. The end result is like what I’m doing now, being so aroused that I can barely hold myself but can’t break free. Although the cell phone finally stopped waking me up, and I was able to barely stay on the dangerous edge of being overwhelmed by desire, the accumulated stimulation throughout my body was only temporarily blocked by a thin layer of rational defense, and any small shock could cause it to burst out.
I in the TV by now had been put on three layers of one-piece stockings by my sister. The stockings were thin and see-through, and the wrapped body didn’t look noticeably changed, only faintly overlaid with a layer of the stockings’ characteristic gentle sheen, adding a touch of flirtatiousness. My sister was busy putting my hands into each of the two barrels of yet another pair of flesh-colored stockings. This pair of stockings was very peculiar, with a large hole in between the legs. There was fine stitching around the hole, which seemed to be specially customized. After putting them on with both hands, my sister grabbed the waist of the stockings and pulled them upwards, peddling them backward past my head, so that my head came out of that big hole, and put these special stockings on like a pullover, with the mouths of the stockings wrapping around my breasts once again from top to bottom. This method was ingenious, both the upper and lower stockings utilized my ample and firm breasts to hold them in place so as not to slip off. My sister wrapped the other two layers around my upper body in the same way, and then straightened her back slightly. Thanks to the effects of the sleeping pills, I still slept soundly under these circumstances. The only parts of my body that hadn’t yet been eroded by the stockings were my head, neck, and delicately contoured collarbone.
Next, two thigh-length black stockings outlined my perfect leg line, glistening like satin in the dim light. The two mid-calf black stockings also wrapped tightly around my arms. Lying on the ground at this time, I presented a completely different beauty. Dark wet hair, black lace underwear, black stockings wrapped around my limbs, and flesh-colored stockings covered white body correspondingly interesting, incomparably tempting.
“Isn’t it beautiful~~ The kids in front of the TV must be drooling. Don’t get too busy, this is just the beginning, the best is yet to come.”
My “little friend in front of the TV” mouth was indeed covered with my own saliva, but it was because my mouth was too full to swallow. I was glad that I was lying on my back on the floor, otherwise I would have been flooded with saliva – something that had happened to me more than once in my history of unilateral and overwhelming ravishment by my sister.
My sister neatly folded the small, empty silk pocket aside, unzipped the other large silk pocket, and emptied out the contents in a torrent. I could roughly guess how much effort my sister had put in from the tightness of the restraints on her body, but I was still taken aback when I saw the mountain of stockings that appeared on the TV. These stockings were darker in color than the flesh-colored stockings that had been placed on me earlier, and the texture seemed thicker and tougher. The length was about several times or even longer than normal stockings, and they were more like palm-width brown bands than stockings. My sister picked one up and turned it around to wiggle it at the camera with an exasperated smile.
“Already appreciate its power. Now let’s review the making of it.”
As she turned back around, she picked up my cell phone from the coffee table, fiddled with it for a while, then slipped it through the opening of the stocking and down a ways. Then she sat back down next to me, lifted my upper body into her arms, and carefully wrapped the stocking around my neck, letting both ends hang down my chest and tying a flat, pliable stocking knot between my collarbones, above and below my breasts, and above and below my bellybutton. This was the standard turtle neck bondage process, with the only difference being the addition of a tiny cell phone in the stocking.
My sister adjusted the position of the cell phone in the stocking so that it just rested against my sensitive area and also tied knots in the ends to secure it. The double stranded stockings were then tightened upwards from my lower body around my back, folded back after passing through the stockings at my neck, wrapped around each side of my body to my front, and passed through the stockings vertically on my chest before wrapping back around my back and pulling them tight, forming a nice diamond shape on my chest. However, unlike the standard Kamehameha bondage process, the stockings did not pass through my armpits, but rather wrapped around my body from the outside of my big arms, which was equivalent to tying my big arms to the sides of my body while doing the Kamehameha bondage. In order to avoid sliding my arms, the stockings were also carefully wrapped around my arms twice each time they passed by, making up for the only flaw in this tying method. Sister copied the second stocking and deftly flipped her hands up and down, the stockings in her hands snake-like around my body. The stockings on the front of my body gradually formed a dark brown net, and my breasts were wrapped tightly by two mesh nets from the root, making them even more plump and firm under the flesh-colored stockings. The stockings on the back, on the other hand, converged into two large and exquisite nodes between the waistline and the shoulder blades. Each bunch of garters fit flat against the skin without a single roll. The stockings were really tough, maintaining a certain width even as my sister tightened them with all her might, as if they were a beautiful floral pattern depicted on the surface of my skin.
Once these were done, my sister used the remaining length of the stocking to wrap and tie my small hands to the base of my thighs, so it was no wonder I couldn’t even move my fingers now. The third stocking was similarly led from the knot behind my back, threaded from my armpit to my front, wrapped around the stocking that horizontally bound my big arm and then once again threaded from my armpit back to my back. Since her arms were already bound tightly to her body by the turtle armor binding from earlier, this back and forth of the stockings took her quite a bit of time. However, seeing that my sister didn’t forget to good-naturedly imprint a light kiss on my chest, I could tell that she was enjoying the troublesome process. She slowly tugged at the stockings in her hands, watching in mesmerization as the horizontal bunch was tightened bit by bit, sinking into the gap between her arms and body, and the diamond-shaped mesh that had originally fit her body flatly was shallowly sunken into the surface of her skin, making even me, who was watching the TV footage, feel a tickle in my heart. This is a common technique in Japanese bondage, and now my sister has skillfully applied it to this modified turtle armor bondage. After reinforcing the upper half of her body in this way, each garter belt showed a taut tension. However, my sister controlled the tightening force just right, and the surface of my body did not become uneven by the excessive tightening, but still maintained a rounded and graceful curve, as if I was wearing a garment made of stockings.
The lower half of the body was much more ordinary, the stockings used were still dark brown in color, just not as exaggerated in length as the ones from earlier. Each stocking was wrapped horizontally a few times before being tightened vertically and knotted at a place between the legs that was not easy to see. Such a simple and practical method of tying produced a different aesthetic under my sister’s hands. The horizontal binding of the stocking itself has a certain width, and after the center is tightened and thinned, the overall shape is like a bow. The black stockings wrapped legs from the base of the thighs to the soles of the feet neatly arranged ten of these brown bows, both lines and colors are impeccable. I was a work of art created by my sister, and at the same time a gift to her, an offering to calm her anger, although I still haven’t figured out what exactly pissed her off this time.
“Just in case you’re a crafty little twerp who breaks free with the help of an outside force, you’ll have to be wrapped up a little more.”
After making such a statement, my sister picked up a longer and thicker flesh-colored stocking, forcefully opened the mouth of the stocking over my foot, and pulled it upward all the way to the position of the neck, putting my entire body into this one stocking. Then the second, the third, the fourth …… foot in my body another seven layers of stockings before finally stop. This means that if I want to use the hooks and pulls of external objects to break free, I must first wear out the outer layer of the package before I can do so. But looking at the thickness and toughness of these seven layers of stockings stacked on top of each other, for me, who had already been restricted to the maximum extent of my movement, to rely on my body’s writhing to break through them was almost an impossible task.
There were two thick dark brown socks left on the carpet, thought to be used against my mouth. But with the feeling that my mouth was now gagged tightly, it seemed that there should be more than just these two socks. The mystery was soon revealed when I saw my sister support my body firmly back on the floor, then gracefully stood up and gently lifted the hem of her nightgown and removed her own panties. Bending over again, my sister pinched the corner of the panties with her fingertips and traced them mischievously across my face before finally letting go and letting them spread over my slightly open mouth. I certainly wouldn’t have reacted to this in my sleep, but now watching the video I was being provoked very hard by this sequence of actions, but my mouth was filled with a gag that made it difficult to either lick my dry lips or swallow the constant flow of saliva.
As if she had already anticipated my situation at this point, my sister deliberately slowed down her movements and poked the panties spread out over my mouth into my mouth bit by bit. As my sister’s long, white fingers moved in and out unhurriedly, the black lace panties gradually disappeared into my mouth. Under the stimulation of these fragrant images, my sanity was on the verge of collapse. I don’t want to lie here helplessly watching these hunger-inducing images, I want to directly feel the stimulation from my sister’s every movement, I want to personally experience my sister’s dominance and gentleness, I want to …… I want to ……… …. But I was bundled into dumplings and thrown here by my sister, I can’t do anything, I can’t get anything. I even began to feel sorry for the cell phone no longer vibrating, desperately twisting my waist and rubbing my thighs in the middle of the layers of bondage, trying to get enough stimulation. But the soft texture of the stockings was no match for the thick, hard twine, and even with the tighter bondage, the stimulation of my skin remained at a relatively mild level. Since waking up from sleep and being tortured until now, the desire accumulated in the bottom of the heart is almost about to break through the last line of defense. But the stimulation that touches the sensitive zones of my body between struggles is just like my bad-eyed sister, just gently scratching at my remaining sanity, just refusing to completely pierce this layer of windowpaper, letting me stay in a predicament that’s worse than death and can’t get out of it.
After the panties were gagged, my sister resumed her seat beside me with her thighs pressed against my head. In an extremely seductive position, she slowly removed the flesh-colored stocking from her left leg and carried it around my face as usual before stuffing it into my mouth as well, filling the gap left by the panties. The stocking from her right leg was strangled from the outside and wrapped around my mouth twice before being tied behind my head. After completing this tantalizing gagging performance, my sister finally took the last two thick socks left on the carpet, wrapping one around me from my chin to the bottom of my nose, and wrapping the other around my eyes. My sister’s bondage was now complete. In the picture, I was still sleeping soundly with my eyes tightly closed, not realizing that I was already in trouble. When I woke up, I realized that I was wrapped in layers and layers of packages, my eyes could not see, my mouth could not speak, my whole body was bound and could not move.
But the video didn’t end there. I only saw my sister pull over a thin quilt to cover the lower half of both of our bodies, and then smoothly lay down next to me, facing the sleeping me on my side who was bundled into a dumpling. My sister’s right hand slid behind my neck and tenderly wrapped around my right shoulder, her left hand wrapped around the small of her back to hold me tightly, and the side of her face was pressed against my chest and gently rubbed against it. At the same time, her right leg was stretched out and pressed against my body, her left leg was bent and pressed against my legs, and her entire posture was as if she was embracing a long pillow. Could it be that last night my sister slept with me in her arms like this? The thought of maintaining such intimate contact with my sister throughout the night, but I have no feeling or memory of these experiences, my heart is really unspeakably aggrieved and unwilling.
The sharp ringtone erupted with untimely suddenness, and the vibrations in my lower body were as expected. My whole body jumped tightly in fear once again, and a cry of alarm escaped my lips, filtered through layers before turning into a faint moan that echoed through the empty living room. In the next instant, I perceived the ringtone as an incoming call and panicked. Someone was calling!
I struggled with all my strength, but to no avail, no amount of writhing could reach my hungry, sensitive areas. The vibratory sensations neither intensified nor diminished, remaining at the level that was most uncomfortable for me, pounding my lower body in a sheer, undecided manner. I felt that the fabric of my mouth had long been soaked, even the outermost stockings of my mouth, and my lips and teeth felt sticky and wet in the midst of my struggles. My lower body must have been a mess, and I would not be able to turn around without being teased by my sister. Every part of my body that was bound by the stockings was numb and itchy, and every inch of my skin was unbearably hot under the friction of the stockings. The caller seemed patient, the ringing continued as if it would never stop. I squeezed my eyes shut and concentrated on fighting the agonizing torture, but only felt my consciousness growing fuzzy and the pleasure growing stronger. Just at the moment when my consciousness was about to be completely consumed by desire, a faint breath carrying a heavenly female voice drifted into my mind.
“Good boy, I didn’t expect you to last this long. As a reward, let me continue below ……”
I reluctantly opened my eyes and met my sister’s eyes. The cell phone ringing had stopped and the cumbersome blockade on my mouth was lifted. But before I could enjoy the smooth breathing that I had missed for a long time, my mouth was firmly sealed by my sister’s soft and hot lips again. My sister’s tongue churned in my mouth, churning my last shred of will to resist. I finally realized that my sister’s so-called “reward” didn’t mean to let me go and untie me, so I closed my eyes and gently raised my chin with a feeling of complete resignation. My sister interpreted this action to mean “I can do whatever I want now” and pressed her entire body weight onto me. The two of us pressed our bodies together like water and milk, but the difference was that I couldn’t move because I was bound, so I could only passively endure my sister’s stimulation, while my sister could do whatever she wanted. I felt my sister’s right hand gently holding on my shoulder, and my whole body kept squirming, bringing me all-around stimulation, and this is especially the most intense in three places. My mouth was invaded from the inside out by my sister, and I couldn’t breathe for a moment. My breasts were pressed against my sister’s chest, feeling the double stimulation of bondage and friction through the stockings. The sensitive part of my lower body was the most critical, completely being rubbed by my sister’s left hand as if it were a toy. Although the cell phone has become a big barrier, but my sister’s dexterous fingering still makes me want to die. Sometimes she slid down from the belly, sometimes she pinched and squeezed from both ends, sometimes she drilled and rubbed with her fingertips, and sometimes she simply pressed hard through the cell phone. My mental defenses were completely shattered, and I wriggled my hips in time with the rhythm of my sister’s movements. Waves of pleasure went straight to my head, and hot stream after hot stream surged through my lower body. The last thought I had before losing consciousness was: eaten, completely eaten by my sister.
3. Sweet Lunch and Reasons for Punishment
When he regained consciousness, his first reaction was to smell the aroma of the meal, followed by the full-body tightness that followed him. Last night’s basketball overdraft has not yet recovered, and was tortured by my sister for a morning, now I just feel weak and feeble all over. I didn’t even bother to open my eyes, shrugging my nose in pursuit of that tantalizing scent. A soft laugh came from above my head, followed by a slap on the head.
“Open your eyes if you’re awake and stop sniffing around like a puppy.”
I had no choice but to reluctantly open my eyes kozo blinked and immediately stared at a piece of chicken thigh meat that stopped in front of my eyes. Although I couldn’t move my arms and legs, I could probably bite into it from this distance. But before I could act on it, the flavorful piece of meat began to slowly move upwards, ignoring the obligatory attack of my hungry eyes, and disappeared from above the line of sight. I tilted my head up to see my sister’s jade hands holding up her chopsticks were bringing the chicken thigh meat to her mouth in an exaggeratedly slow motion. I watched with bated breath as that wonderful food disappeared into my sister’s cherry mouth, feeling indescribably aggrieved. I could only swallow my saliva, biting my lower lip with my teeth and pursing my mouth tightly, my stomach cooperating with a series of “gurgling” sounds, which made my sister laugh a lot.
“Aigoooo, look at this pitiful little look. I’m sorry, I was planning to feed you properly, but I couldn’t help but tease you again when I saw you sniffing around just now. Come on, sit up~~”
Sister put down her chopsticks and held my shoulders with both hands so that I was sitting upright on her lap, then her right hand wrapped around my body and gently folded it so that I was leaning comfortably against her, with my head just resting on my sister’s chest. My sister had already taken off the suit she wore when she left the house in the morning and replaced it with a soft housecoat sitting in the living room couch, dutifully acting as my feeding nanny and human cushion.
“Here, open your mouth, ah —-“
A large piece of chicken thigh meat with skin and fat into my mouth, I realized that I was really hungry. After a couple of haphazard chews I couldn’t wait to swallow it, not tasting anything at all, only the hunger feeling growing stronger. The second piece of chicken was brought to my mouth in time, followed by a steady stream of rice, vegetables, chicken, rice, vegetables, chicken,…… As I ate too quickly, I accidentally bit into the chopsticks a couple of times, and was punished by having my breasts pinched as a result. In the blink of an eye a large bowl of Yoshinoya’s fried chicken and rice was swept away by me. My sister fed me two mouthfuls of the instant soup made with boiling water, and then reached over to open another serving of togarashi rice on the coffee table. I also took the opportunity to calm down, stretching out in my full-body restraints before curling up slightly and burying my face deeper into my sister’s chest, rubbing it gently. My sister softly said, “Stop it, it tickles”, but did not go any further. I took this as tacit approval and pampered myself even more vigorously in my sister’s arms until a piece of roast pork was handed to my mouth. In between feeding me, my sister occasionally ate a few bites herself. But she only ate rice, lean meat, and cauliflower, and left out the rest of the carrots, onions, and fatty meat. When I tried to point this out, my sister held a slice of carrot and sniffed it, then shook her head with a look of disgust. She shoved the carrot into my mouth and said as if nothing had happened.
“I can’t eat something like carrots that isn’t made by Ice.”
I only felt my face heat up like a fever and hurriedly lowered my head and closed my mouth tightly to chew silently. Sister really, how can she say such shy words? However, even though I was shy, I was very happy and my heart was warm. Let’s make sis her favorite dish tonight – Ah no, I forgot that I’m still tied up. I don’t know when Sis will untie me, she’s not really going to tie me up for the whole day, is she? But then again, this time, this set of stocking bondage elaborately designed by my sister is actually very comfortable on my body, and I would be happy to be tied up for a longer period of time.
After lunch, my sister helped me to stand up and sat me on the floor with my back against the couch, and turned to clear the table herself. After everything was cleaned up, she came to stand in front of me with her arms wrapped around me, and her feet were spread out on either side of my body, which was bound into a dumpling. I had to look up at my sister’s gentle face with a hint of majesty, and the mood that had relaxed during dinner immediately tensed up again.
“So, have you reflected properly?”
Huh? My sister’s question was not clear. I hesitated for a moment before I suddenly remembered the fact that I was being punished, and that I didn’t know the reason for the punishment. My sister left the answer in the video, but I unfortunately missed her explanation. Oh my god, I’m going to die……
“Daring to not even answer the master’s question, not a small amount of guts.”
“Ah…”
I rushed back to find a horrible smirk emerging from the corner of my sister’s eyes and mouth.
“No, no, no. I’m not ……”
“So you know you’re wrong?”
“Well …… is ……”
“Really know you’re wrong?”
“Well ……”
“So tell me what’s wrong?”
“Uh …… uh …… wrong in ………… wrong in shouldn’t make sister angry ……”
“What did you do to piss me off?”
“Uh …… me, I …………”
“Enough!”
My sister’s broken voice sent me into the depths of despair. I only saw her leaning down to glare at me, her left hand catching my chin and lifting it slightly, the horrible smile on her face becoming more and more obvious. I felt as if I were a frog being stared at by a snake, my body stiffened and my back chilled.
“I didn’t expect it, I really didn’t expect it. You actually don’t have the slightest bit of remorse, it really surprises me.”
At this time, the more anxious instead of how to explain. I opened my mouth but I couldn’t say a word, I could only shake my head desperately. Sister coldly grunted and then let go of her hand and got up, and when she came back again, there was an extra ball of stockings and panties in her left hand – the same things that had gagged me before – and in her right hand, she was carrying a black cloth pocket with an ominous aura.
“No, not ………… sister, I ………… that video …………”
“I know. You have your reasons too, don’t you. I understand, I understand completely. I’ll listen to your explanation after everything in this pocket has been used on you three times.”
After saying that, my sister dropped her pocket on me and added.
“If you have the strength to talk by then.”
“Woah~~don’t …………”
I was so scared that I completely lost my bearings, and despite the fact that my whole body was tied up, I struggled hard, squirming my body and instinctively trying to back away, but completely forgetting the fact that my back was against the sofa. The unexpected reaction force that came back from my back against the sofa, coupled with the fact that my whole body was tied up so tightly that I couldn’t control my center of gravity, I immediately lost my balance and fell towards my left side, landing on the coarse hard carpet. It wasn’t a hard fall, but it was so sudden that I was startled. I gasped for air with my face pressed against the carpet, hearing my heart pounding violently, and the bondage that had spread throughout my body didn’t loosen in the slightest during the intense struggle. After settling down a bit, I barely raised my head using my shoulders for support, and realized that my sister was still keeping her arms wrapped around me, looking down at me with her lips pursed tightly. The expressionless face looked like she was desperately trying to hold back a smile, and the suffocating sense of oppression from earlier had long since vanished.
I couldn’t guess what was going on in my sister’s mind, and when I thought about it I felt that the only thing I could do at the moment was to sit up first, and this current mouth-breathing position was just too much to handle. I curled my body with my knees on the ground, and struggled to straighten my back. The first time I failed, and the second time I managed to straighten up, but immediately lost my balance and tilted to the side again. I had to change tactics, first struggling to turn over on the ground into a supine, and then hold my breath and use my abdominal muscles to try to sit up. But just halfway up, a small foot wrapped in flesh-colored stockings stepped on my chest and gently pushed me back down. My sister looked at me with love and compassion, reached out to help me wisp the messy hair on my forehead, and gently scratched my nose. Then she helped me to roll over and turn back into the position of lying on the ground. I couldn’t see my sister’s movements, and could only guess from the feel of my behind that she was sitting on my ass, her hands busy. The stockings wrapped around my body were tugged tight and tight, this feeling could be ……
“Actually, I’m at fault, some things just don’t make sense unless you say them to my face, right?”
As usual, my sister’s opening remarks were puzzling. But even as slow as I am, I know that I should remain silent at this moment and listen to my sister finish her sentence.
“I know it’s selfish of me to think like this, and I’m sincerely happy to see you so happy, but I just can’t help being jealous. Very, very, very, jealous.”
The bonds on my fingers suddenly loosened, and the mesh of the tortoise bondage at the small of my back contracted slightly as a strand of stocking slid down my back. My sister was indeed loosening my bonds.
“I know you like sports, and I know that my almost sports-idiot self can’t personally accompany you in that regard. I thought I had prepared my mind when I decided to take you to a regular company event. As a competent owner, it’s necessary to let your pet out once in a while to let her have a good time, isn’t it. But I didn’t expect it after all ……”
The stockings slid back and forth over the surface of my skin, tickling and comforting me at the same time. I tried my best to hold back, but I let out a series of humiliating moans anyway. It was times like these that I would have preferred my mouth to be gagged shut.
“I can’t believe I’m smiling so happily in front of a couple of unattractive women, it’s just that I know how to play basketball, what’s the big deal. Shouldn’t that smile belong to me alone? That angelic smile that soothes the heart should be mine alone.”
Along with my sister’s words, I slowly recalled last night’s scene and gradually understood the reason for my sister’s anger. Last night, my sister took me to participate in the regular badminton activities organized by their department. During the break, there was a small accident, which made me get acquainted with a few girls playing basketball on the basketball court next to me, and I was invited to join them. Thinking about it now, even though my sister agreed to my request so readily at the time, there did seem to be some kind of deeper meaning hidden beneath her calm face. Ah, I’m such a big dummy who forgets everything when it comes to basketball, but I was so focused on having fun that I didn’t consider my sister’s feelings at all. When I was immersed in the long-lost basketball court, what kind of feelings did my sister have as she stood by silently. When I think about it, I can’t help but feel that no matter what punishment I receive, I can’t make up for my sin of making my sister sad.
“At that time ah, I first realized what it means to be ‘burning with jealousy’. Che, this idiom is really apt.”
My sister rubbed my back gently, half to herself.
“On one side I admired your active figure on the field, on the other side I endured the agonizing torment of pain inside me. All my internal organs seemed to be roasted by fire, and this tormenting feeling …… I realized more clearly than ever that there would never be another person in this world who could put me in such a contradictory and painful situation.”
My upper body has been completely liberated, and a minuscule tingling sensation remains in every inch of my skin, as if I’m still lingering on the feeling of the sheer bondage. Sister, it’s all my fault for being a slow and stupid sister, making you so hurt. I was just about to open my mouth, the soft sensitive inner thighs suddenly came again touch, seems to be my sister forcefully squeezed her hand between my legs, is groping to untie those hidden stocking knots, causing me to “hmmm …… hmmm …… I’m not going to be able to get a good look at this,” he said.
“So what, I’ve thought it over carefully. As much as it pains me, I won’t stop you from continuing your association with them. I’m not the type of poor owner who would deprive a pet of a chance to enjoy itself for selfish reasons. On the other hand, I’m also not the kind of boring person who would hide this conflicting feeling in the bottom of my heart, act like I don’t care, and then secretly feel sorry for myself behind my back. I’m just going to convey my feelings and thoughts to you, and I’m going to use my punishment to express and vent the jealousy in my heart. Can you understand that?”
“Sister …………”
My sister’s blunt and heartfelt words hit me right in the heart. Yes, between the two of us, we don’t need to lie for each other’s sake. Although we are not related by blood, we are the closest sisters who can give each other everything.
“But the punishment was perhaps a bit too much this time. Tying you up for so long knowing you were that tired, not letting you eat breakfast knowing you needed to regain your strength, leaving you alone and trying to tease you in every way possible. It’s the first time I’ve been tormented by jealousy to this extent myself, and I’m slightly out of control of my emotions, you ……”
The air around me seemed to ripple slightly with my sister’s emotions as she rolled me over and looked me straight in the eye. I couldn’t help but gulp.
“Can you forgive your sister?”
A wave of warmth washed over me with my sister’s soft words, causing me to shed almost uncontrollable tears. I nodded my head desperately and immediately shook it desperately.
“Forgiveness and all that, you can’t say that. I’ve never resented my sister.”
I couldn’t wait to speak. I saw my sister gently close her eyes as if she was relieved, and a relaxed smile finally appeared on her face. As a result of my sister’s influence, I also felt a sense of relief, and my speech became much more fluent.
“I’m the one who should be asking for forgiveness. I’m simply a big fool who only cares about his own happiness, and I don’t know how to consider my sister’s mood at all. Moreover, this time, even though the bundling was a bit long, I feel very …………”
I suddenly realized my gaffe and hurriedly shut my mouth, but it was too late. My sister wrapped her arms around my neck and brought her face close to where the tips of her noses almost touched, smiling slyly.
“What do you think?”
“No, it’s nothing ……”
“It seems like it’s been a long time since I’ve played with torture nah.”
“Uh …………”
“Say, what do you think?”
“………… service ………… “
“What? Inaudible.”
“…… very …… comfortable ………… “
“Louder.”
“Feeling very ………… comfortable ……”
“What’s cozy?”
“Being …… tied up in that kind of maneuver is very …… comfortable ……”
“And.”
“From the video, also …… beautiful ……”
“And.”
“Nope ……”
“And.”
“It’s really, really gone ……”
“‘I’d like to enjoy it a few more times in the future, the bindings could be tighter and the torture could last longer’.”
“No, no, I didn’t think so ……”
“Say!”
“To …… want to enjoy a few more times in the future, bundled up can …… can be a little more …… tighter, torture can also be …… longer …… a little longer …………”
Satisfied, my sister let go of me, pulled a recorder out of her pocket, and pressed the stop recording button in front of a jaw-dropping me.
“Double the punishment if you dare to renege.”
“Woo …………”
Being counted again, and still take the initiative to send myself to the door, how can I always be so stupid to let my sister easily catch the handle. But now no matter how much regret is also useless, I can only red-faced bowed his head and did not say anything, let my sister to my legs to swing to and fro, rough hands and feet to untie those stocking knots.
4. Apron-wrapped epilogue
Finally regained my freedom. Before I could move my arms and legs, I was pushed into the bathroom by my sister. This time, my sister didn’t pester or harass me much, so it seemed that she wanted to leave me alone to relax. I carefully removed my stockings and underwear layer by layer, threw them all into the basket where I put my dirty clothes, stepped into the bath tub and pulled the curtain, before I remembered that I hadn’t taken any replacement clothes. Never mind, I’ll just call out to my sister when I’m done, it’s just a matter of her making light of me a few times. Considering the need to prepare for dinner as early as possible, I gave up on the idea of taking a bath, rinsed my entire body nimbly and then dried myself off before stepping out, noticing that in the basket for clean clothes, which was supposed to be empty, there was a pink thing lying quietly……. This is an apron, isn’t it?
This is certainly not an apron that is actually used in the kitchen. The one in front of me had the soft texture of lingerie, and should be flattering and comfortable to wear. The color is a mild but not frivolous pink, and there are no frumpy paintings or lace, just light yellow cotton thread crocheted around the edges of the fabric, and the ties at the neck and waist are the same light yellow cotton thread. The overall feeling of freshness and friendliness was very much to my liking. I hesitantly picked up the apron for a closer look when a note fluttered down from the folds of the apron. I carefully read the message on the note, and a wave of fear spread in my heart. The note read.
“May the gods grant that my lovely pet may read this note before he utters a cry for me. Any resistance to the wearing of clothing of the master’s choice will be considered a questioning of his taste and a defiance of his authority, and such offenses will be severely sanctioned.”
Below that is a small line that reads.
“Have you finished reading? If you’re done reading and still have objections you’re knowingly committing a crime! Why don’t you get dressed and come out to see me.”
The tone was so vivid it was as if my sister was right in front of me. I threw away the note in a panic of fear and held the apron against my body to tie the cotton strings at the back of my neck and at the back of my waist. Only then did I realize that the length and width of the apron were quite subtle, the hemline was in such a position that you couldn’t help but tug it down with your hands, and the edges on both sides of my breasts were exposed, so I was afraid that when I looked at it from the back, I couldn’t see the apron itself, but only the two bows made of cotton strings, I guess. It’s really strange to wear an apron when I’m not wearing anything, I feel like I’m tied up and I don’t know when I’ll get naked, it’s even more embarrassing than not wearing anything at all. I felt a strong sense of shame in my heart, and I held the door handle a few times, but then pulled my hand back. I can’t, I really can’t, I can’t go out dressed like this, it’s too embarrassing.
“Good ~ slow ~ ah ……5……4……3…… “
My sister’s lazy voice came from the living room. Before my shame could stop me, my body’s instinctive response to this “training” took effect. I violently opened the bathroom door, not even bothering to put on my slippers, and dashed out straight to the source of that horrible countdown. Only after standing in front of my sister did I remember in a panic what I was wearing and tugged down the hem of my apron in vain.
My sister sits leisurely in the couch, legs up on the coffee table, smiling up at me. Huh? Looking up? I suddenly realized what the difference in height of vision between the two of us meant, and instantly turned red, so I had to bend my body slightly and clench my legs hard, while counting on my hand, which was tugging the hem of my apron tightly, to shield me from my sister’s unsuspecting gaze.
“Not bad. Well behaved this time, no mistakes.”
Sister stood up, paced slowly around me with interest, from time to time issued as if suspicious “tsk, tsk” sound. I did not dare to move, only to continue to bow my head, hands secretly pressed the only piece of cloth on the body, look highly nervous, afraid that my sister will come to a sudden attack. However, this time I seemed to have thought too badly of my sister.
“Well, it sure suits you, I have a good eye, don’t I. Well, go make dinner.”
That’s enough to let me off the hook? I was greatly relieved, but the extreme shame of this provocative outfit still made me uncomfortable. I had the bright idea to pick up where my sister left off.
“Well, I like the color scheme and simplicity of the apron as well, sis really knows how to pick.”
“That’s for sure, and who knows what looks good on you better than me.”
“Hee hee. But sis, cooking will inevitably get sooty. Such a nice looking apron, what a pity to get it dirty. I’d better change into something that isn’t afraid of getting dirty.”
My sister raised her eyebrows and looked at me in mild surprise. I was secretly pleased in my heart, this argument can be said to be reasonable and logical. Even if my sister can simply and roughly reject this proposal, in terms of sophistry over my sister this fact will not change, more or less can also hit my sister’s arrogance. This beautiful counterattack was completely unexpected by my sister. She slowly paced behind me while casually talking to stall for time.
“Yeah, well, it looks like you really like the apron.”
“Well, very much.”
“So you don’t want to get it dirty?”
“Well, don’t want to get it dirty.”
“Alas ……”
My sister sighed softly behind me. Hey, hey, it worked.
“No way, if you say so, it’s just ……”
The cotton strings around my neck suddenly loosened, and the top part of the apron was about to fall down. I let out a “yah” and hurriedly covered the apron in front of my chest with both hands, and then I felt that the cotton thread around my waist was also loosened, so I had to separate one hand to desperately hold down the hem of the apron. My sister blew in my ear, her voice full of seduction seemed like the whisper of an imp.
“If you’re so reluctant to get it dirty, just take it off. Although I’m not really in favor of hanging around naked, but since you strongly requested it, it’s fine as you wish.”
As she spoke, my sister used her hand to ruffle the part of the edge of the apron that wasn’t being held down by me here and there, her nails occasionally raking gently across my warily body. I squeezed my eyes shut in fear and shook my head desperately, and it took a while before I felt my sister’s breath leave me. Still not daring to loosely shield my body, I cautiously opened my eyes kozo to find that my sister had sat back down on the couch and was gazing at me playfully with one hand on her cheek. I felt my sister’s eyes resting hotly on my breasts, and then slowly began to move downward, so I didn’t dare to be slow, and hurriedly bowed my head and said, “I’ll go cook dinner right away,” and fled into the kitchen in a panic. After calming down, I made sure my sister wasn’t peeking, then I tied my apron back on and started to get busy.
Dinner was uneventful. My sister simply announced that I would have to be wrapped in an apron until tomorrow morning, and without any new attempts to ravage me, the two of us happily ate a large meal with catfish stew as the main course. The fact that my sister took advantage of me while I was washing the dishes was as commonplace to me as it was to me, and not worth mentioning. After the meal, I made a pot of tea and accompanied my sister to hang out on the Internet until she went to bed. The only thing that surprised me a little was that before going to bed, my sister very rarely offered to massage me, and claimed that in the future, as long as I participate in sports activities, the next day she would massage me for free to relieve my fatigue. I did accumulate quite a bit of fatigue throughout the day from last night to tonight, and my muscles were stiff and sore all over my body, so I really needed a massage to relax. However, my sister just kept rubbing and kneading in some “strange” places, which made me very dissatisfied. That said, I didn’t make a sound of protest, as my mouth was stuffed with a perforated hollow ball, so I couldn’t make any sound except for grunts and groans. My hands and feet were tied with twine to the legs of the dining table that served as a massage bed, so I couldn’t move at all. The hour-long massage seemed to have emptied my body of its last ounce of energy, and after returning to the bedroom with my sister’s assistance and falling onto the bed, I quickly retreated into my sister’s arms and fell into a deep sleep.