She was a woman in her early twenties, an ordinary office lady who possessed extraordinary beauty and a stunning figure. Every day at a fixed time, from my second-floor window, I would watch her approach from the distance and then disappear into the far reaches of the street. Her exquisite face and gorgeous body left me staring dotingly at her retreating figure, my heart racing with an excitement that refused to subside.

She always wore her flowing long hair naturally down her back, reaching all the way to her waist. Her fair, delicate face wore only a hint of makeup. Standing about 165 centimeters tall, her silhouette was accentuated by high heels and a tight mini-skirt that showcased her shapely legs. Through the sheer veil of her thin stockings, her skin looked so tempting that I couldn't help but imagine kneading them with my hands or even sucking them with my mouth. God, how much I wanted her!

As usual, she passed by my view. To her, I was a negligible nobody. I didn't have the looks of a movie star, nor was I the romantic lover found in novels. Perhaps she had a vague impression of me, but it must have been like a meteor streaking through her mind—fleeting and weightless.

Sometimes we almost brushed shoulders, but she would only glance up at me for a few seconds before moving on. I could never stop myself from turning back to stare at her backside, desperately wishing she would turn around and look at me, just like the protagonists in a story. But I was always disappointed. For her, I was driven to the brink of madness.

She seemed to have no boyfriend, as I had never seen a man entering or leaving her place. According to the old lady next door, she wasn't a local; she had moved here for work and rented a small studio apartment all by herself. She lived alone, occasionally bringing a few female colleagues home, but rarely. I heard many men had pursued her, but none had won her heart. Ha! It seemed there were many others as unfortunate as me.

With nothing to do during the day, her beautiful image filled my mind. I couldn't hold back any longer. Tonight, I would make her submit.

I cleared out the small warehouse on the third floor. It was about ten square meters, enough to fit a double bed. I also prepared a wooden chair with a backrest. Usually, this place was used for storing junk, but the ceiling had several metal rings that a worker had installed to make hanging lightweight items easier. Once the space was set, I went downstairs to prepare the necessary tools, deciding to wait for her to finish work. She usually came home after seven in the evening. Since she lived alone, I guessed she probably ate dinner out or went shopping first—that's what girls do, after all.

To avoid being recognized by acquaintances, I changed into a trench coat I rarely wore, with a collar high enough to hide most of my face. I put on sunglasses and a hat; surely, few people would recognize me now.

Checking my watch, the time was almost right. I stuffed all my preparations into a bag, walked to the corner of the alley, and waited for her appearance. Just past the alley was an underground parking lot, but it was rarely crowded. The exit at the other end faced my back door perfectly, making it very convenient.

She finally appeared. She seemed a little later than usual today, but her figure was as captivating as ever. In her short, tight skirt and beautiful legs, I recognized her instantly. After saying goodbye to a colleague, she began walking toward my direction alone. My heart began to race, and my breathing grew shallow and rapid. As she drew closer, my nerves tightened.

She walked past me as if she hadn't seen me at all. Taking a deep breath, I turned around, took two long strides, and reached out to grab her from behind in a sudden embrace. She gasped, her mouth opening to scream, but I immediately covered it with my hand and dragged her toward the basement.

I took a strip of white cloth, looped it around her lips so she could bite down on it, and then pulled it tightly behind her neck, tying a hard knot to ensure she couldn't cry out.

She struggled and writhed incessantly. I twisted her arms behind her back and quickly bound them with hemp rope. I had practiced this movement several times; I had originally used plastic cord, but it loosened too easily, so I switched to hemp. Once her hands were tied behind her, I pulled the remaining rope upward, wrapping it around both sides of her breasts, binding her arms tightly to her torso. Her full breasts were immediately squeezed and pushed upward by the tension of the ropes. I then took a shorter piece of hemp to bind her ankles together, and finally, a white cloth to blindfold her eyes. In less than five minutes, her hands and feet were bound, and her eyes and mouth were covered. I stuffed her into a large black nylon bag. She continued to squirm, but I hoisted her onto my shoulder and carried her up the stairs. No one noticed as I moved her from the back door up to the third-floor warehouse.

When I finally set her down, she was still struggling. I let out a breath of relief, feeling as though I had accomplished a grand feat. Success!

Exhausted, I sat down and watched the nylon bag writhing on the floor. A surge of excitement washed over me. To steady myself, I decided to tie her to the chair so she could rest for a moment.

I unzipped the bag and lifted her out. Only then did I truly see her appearance today. She was wearing a long-sleeved, tight white dress—a mini-dress. I loved women in tight skirts; they revealed every curve of the body, even the faint outline of her panties. Her long, slender legs were stunning beneath her sheer beige stockings. On her feet were white high-heeled sandals with straps that wrapped high around her ankles and fastened with metal rings at the sides. I sat her on the wooden chair and took a long length of hemp rope to secure her torso to the backrest, while her feet were tied to a horizontal bar beneath the chair, rendering her completely immobile. Of course, her mouth and eyes remained covered. Once she was securely bound, I left her to struggle while I went downstairs to prepare the things needed to properly serve my little girl.

I would torment her thoroughly, giving her the greatest pain and pleasure, and satisfying myself in the process. I had dreamed of this day for so long. As I descended the stairs, my manhood began to stir restlessly, pressing against my trousers with an unbearable swelling. I simply stripped off my long pants and pulled him out. He was as impatient as I was, eager to release. *Wait a little longer, darling. I’ll make sure you feel wonderful.*

When I returned to the warehouse, I was wearing only a top and underwear, with a mask covering my face except for my eyes and mouth. When I unwrapped the white cloth from her eyes, I saw her eyes were brimming with tears; they were already red from crying. Her watery gaze seemed to plead with me to untie her. She shook her head continuously, letting out primal moans from deep within her throat. I knew she wanted to speak; the cloth in her mouth must have been incredibly uncomfortable—that feeling of wanting to scream but being unable to. It excited me so much!

I walked behind her, running my hands through her dark hair, tracing the line of her cheek down to her neck. Then, I pulled the cloth in her mouth even tighter, tying a hard knot. Her head snapped back as another moan escaped her. It must hurt, right? But that’s what I love—the more it hurts, the more delicious it is. Do you like it? How do you feel? Ha! My hand wandered restlessly under her collar. She tried to shrink away, resisting with all her might, but I broke through her defenses to caress her full breasts. They felt so smooth and supple; squeezing her nipples brought a sense of satisfaction unlike anything I had ever known.

I pulled down the zipper at the back of her dress and unhooked her white bra. Since it was strapless, I simply slid it out and tossed it aside. From the front, her nipples were clearly visible, made even sharper and more erect by the ropes pressing against her chest. I moved to her front and began to suck on her through the thin fabric of her dress, my saliva slowly soaking the cloth. Then, I hiked up her skirt until her private area was revealed, partially covered by a small pair of panties. As I pulled her stockings down to her thighs, I realized her panties were held together by side ties. How incredibly sexy.

I untied the knots and pulled them down forcefully, exposing her dense, dark pubic hair. My cock stood tall and proud, but I didn't want to finish so soon. Instead, I took out the tools I had prepared: an electric vibrator and a gagging ball. When I unwrapped the cloth from her mouth, she immediately tried to scream for help, but I gave her a sharp slap and shoved the gagging ball deep into her mouth. I pulled the strap tight behind her neck, securing it to the metal ring. Saliva immediately began to trickle from the small holes in the gag. She was so disobedient, but fortunately, I was well-prepared.

To punish her, I thrust the vibrator deep into her slit and switched it on. Hearing the hum of the motor, she began to writhe and moan incessantly. I pulled my cock out; it was huge and rock-hard. I gripped him and rubbed him against her face and body, swollen and desperate for release.

The sensation of the vibrator caused her to let out waves of wanton cries. *Does it feel good, my lovely little beauty?*

Watching her—bound and helpless, yet thrashing wildly from physiological pleasure—my sadistic urges and lust flared like a wildfire. The vibrator vibrated frantically in her valley, causing her wet folds to contract rhythmously. Every pulse of the motor made her waist bounce violently against the chair like a serpent.

"Look at me, you slut..." I growled low, my voice thick with obsession. I ripped off my underwear, and my purple, vein-popping cock, burning with heat, pressed hard against her sodden entrance.

With a rough grunt, my hips lunged forward, burying him completely into that suffocatingly tight, warm depths.

"Mmm—nnn!!" Unable to scream fully because of the gag, she could only squeeze out broken, high-pitched whimpers laced with tears. The sensation of being suddenly stretched and brutally invaded brought fresh tears to her eyes, which flowed wildly beneath the blindfold.

I began to thrust wildly, each impact driven by a ferocity that felt as if it might break her. The wet, slapping sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed lewdly in the quiet warehouse. Combined with the lingering vibration of the toy, her private parts made a squelching sound—the sound of mixed juices and sweat.

"So tight... your little cunt was made just for me..." I leaned down and bit her neck, which looked especially inviting while strained. My teeth sank into her fair skin, leaving dark bruises behind.

I felt her inner walls pulsing around me like a living thing, squeezing my cock in rhythmic waves. The sensation nearly broke my sanity. To increase her torment, I reached for her breasts, which were pushed high by the ropes, and squeezed and pulled them hard. My nails maliciously grazed her erect nipples, making her feel a sharp sting that only served to make the juices between her legs flow even more violently.

I changed positions, unfastening her legs from the bar only to roughly drape her long, stocking-clad legs over my shoulders. This position left her vulva completely exposed, like a blooming, sodden flower presenting its most lewd interior to me.

I accelerated my pace, driving deep with every thrust, slamming hard against her cervix. Her entire body convulsed in the chair, the red marks left by the hemp ropes standing out starkly against her pale skin. It was a vision of ultimate beauty—the beauty of being broken.

"It's coming... are you about to go?" I felt the tidal wave of heat approaching; her vaginal walls were twitching frantically, the unmistakable sign of an approaching climax.

Her body began to spasm irregularly, her toes curling from the sheer intensity of the pleasure. With one final, deep plunge, I buried myself to the hilt, pinning her waist to keep us perfectly joined, and then, amidst the frantic rhythm, I unleashed a torrent of hot semen deep inside her.

"Aaaaah—!" She let out a long, nearly desperate cry filled with ecstasy. Her body went rigid, and in that instant, she was completely submerged in the sensory storm of pain and bliss.

Panting heavily, I watched her limp in the chair, her eyes glazed and wet with tears of pleasure. An unprecedented sense of conquest surged within me. This is only the beginning, my little beauty. Your night is still very long.