Chapter 1 Shackles

She didn't know what she did.

But there was only a churn confusion... bitterness... and fear... Oh my, that's all, isn't it just a humble poor person like you who are so mean?You must have broken the crystal bottle.

Suffered accusations that shouldn't have been.

Ah…Yes, that’s right, it’s her. I saw it with my own eyes that she broke it. It was intentional... unbelievable!

Being the object of exclusion and discrimination by people around you seems to be the only one who is suffering more bullying.

I really didn't expect that the lady would actually break the most precious crystal bottle. I have to have a limit if I accidentally did it.

No one will lend a helping hand, everyone will always avoid her, and they will only degrade her to an unbearable poor person.

I heard that the lady looked extremely terrifying when she was angry. The servants who had made mistakes before would be taken to some unknown place and never appeared again... I don't know...

I don't want to listen, I don't want to listen anymore.

It’s obvious that I did nothing, and it’s not me who was wrong, so why don’t everyone believe it?

Her voice was so weak that it did not appear in her heart.

And those targeted sounds are intensifying.

She knew nothing.

Only the tears that were forced to gush out soaked the eye mask and brought some warmth to myself.

At this point, she will always be brought back to reality.

It's coming soon.

The cold voice always made her fear pass through her heart and chest and reach her throat.

She almost cried out.

Remember, don’t move randomly after entering, and don’t do any extra things. You just need to stand up and wait quietly. Do you understand...?

Where she was taken and what she had to face.

She had difficulty controlling her panic, but she had to suppress what she thought and responded tremblingly.

yes…

The other party did not answer.

She didn't know what kind of person was around her.

However, she knew that she was being taken away, maybe she was tied up and unable to move, but she didn't want to move and didn't dare to move.

All I could see was pitch black, and she had walked for a long time.

Before leaving the light, the last scene she saw was also the dim corridor and the strange and gloomy iron gate.

The sound of water ticked, and she felt that it seemed to be her countdown, perhaps life, or even more so.

She was a servant who made a mistake and broke the treasure that her master valued. She was accused of being punished by everyone. But even so, she didn't even remember what the treasure looked like, and was taken to the punishment room.

And the torture room used to punish servants should be called the servant room...?There, what exactly will the servants who make mistakes face? No one knows the truth.

Because the truth or not does not matter there?

arrive.

As the cold sound rang out again, she had already stepped into the endless deep pool.

With the sound of the iron gate being heavily pressed down, her skin became a little sad. Is it because it was very cold here?Or is your own freedom bound?

Maybe, she wasn't tied up at all.

And the person who brought her here did not exist at all...

As for what is here, she can only use her own body to feel it, yes, use her body.

call…

At this moment, she felt someone blowing in her ear, and a hint of chill ran through her little neck, making her cry out softly.

But she was still unmoved.

In other words, I dare not violate those orders.

She was afraid something worse would happen; but, is there anything worse than the current situation?

She didn't dare to think about it, nor did she want to think about anything.She thought she fainted so much, but she knew nothing.

Yes, she is just a pretty girl, a little maid who was murdered and tortured.

Just like this, I don’t know how much time has passed, about an hour...?Maybe it was a few hours...?Of course, it's only a few minutes...?

During this period, she did not move a single step, nor did she have the spare energy to move.

It seemed as if time had stopped and everything disappeared, here was her shaky little heart, and her seemingly unseen memories.

Where is she...?Where should she be...?

She made a mistake, but she was not at fault; she needed to be punished, so should she be on a certain punishment?

Therefore, when she gradually opened her eyes, she found that she was no longer standing on the ground, and naturally, she was not standing on anything.

Her two small feet in short boots are now empty.

They should be vacated.

Huh...?Where is this?She made such a question, and her eyes took action first.

The sight can be seen around you, not just darkness, there is nothing in the darkness, but there are items here that can be called things.

What are they all, dolls, dolls, all kinds of plush toys and dresses.

An extremely delicate room with beautiful wallpapers, it seemed to want to make people feel warm, but our little maid didn't think so.

Well, for only a moment, she really felt comfort in her heart, she couldn't deceive herself.

At least it is not a torture room full of terrible monsters or all kinds of blood-stained.

There are no sharp eyes.

But even so, she was still confused, or rather, strange.

Suddenly, she saw something in the center of the room, something she didn't know what it was, but it was definitely bad.

What is that...?A pair of boots…?A very realistic mutton?And the soft pillow?

And when her vision gradually fixed, she suddenly realized that the very realistic puppet was not a toy, but herself.

The person who looked like himself was placed on a chair with a large pillow. The reason why he regarded the chair as a pillow is because it really has a soft touch like a cloud, which is a comfortable feeling that is hard to refuse.

The little maid had never enjoyed such a soft seat, which made her feel that none of this was true?

……？

Huh?strangeness…?Why do you know that the seat is soft?It’s not myself who is sitting on it…?Not yourself...?

At this time, she gradually realized that the small short boots she had just seen were already in the air, which was stretched out from the protruding pillow on the chair in front of her.

Of course she recognized the style of the pair of short boots, which was the clothes she usually had when she worked, and the black short boots she brought with her maid's outfits, always had to tie a lot of knots to tighten.

Thinking of this, she suddenly seemed to understand a lot of things. Of course, these things seem to be less important?But it is definitely not that difficult to understand.

Because the person lying on the seat was herself, but she always felt that she didn't look that much like her.

Maybe it was because the maid costume that man wore was even more luxurious and beautiful than what he wore when he was working, and he was like a wealthy lady.

But, strangely, since this is the case, why would a young lady dressed so beautifully be detained in such a place?Detention...?Detention?

Then, she noticed that the person on the opposite side was not only put on a gorgeous skirt, but also put on a shackle that could not be broken free, making her handcuffed to the seat.

Both wrists were hooked up so that the upper body could not escape, while both feet were placed under house arrest in a seemingly harmless pillow.

The little feet are raised on top, which looks very comfortable, but won’t you be able to move?She felt a little panic in her heart, but was interrupted by another thought.

But is it a bad thing to not be able to move?

Did you want to move?

No, I originally couldn't seem to move, not only that, I couldn't do extra things.

If you want to tell me why, whether it was her or the girl who looked like her in front of me, she came here with this intention.

She...she is...she...

Since she was confined to the seat, she naturally did something wrong, so she had to accept punishment.

So, this should be a torture chair, and it was prepared to make the bad boy obedient.

So...if that's the case, then...what should...?

Huh?Strange, why am I here...?What did you do wrong?

She was lost.

But from the beginning, this was not a place to follow her wishes.Therefore, she started moving without waiting for her to find the answer.

Ah…!She shouted like this, obviously, but she didn't hear any sound, which could not stop her from moving.

Moving?What is moving...?

Own?Isn’t it that I am the one in front of me?Moving forward in chaos is not about finding any answers.

In this fragile little house, it seems that she is the only one who wants to be tortured, which is a must.

I am moving forward and coming to myself, in front of the self opposite me.To be precise, it is in front of my two locked short boots.

What is she going to do?Who is she?What exactly do you have to face?It seems that from this time on, the self that has gradually become clearer has no change.

What I waited for was the protection of my two little feet falling out of the air, and after hearing the crisp sound, it fell on the ground.

She stretched out her slender fingers and slowly removed the black short boots from her pair of feet with the most gentle movements, as if she was serving a noble guest.

The little maid had no choice but to accept her new servant's actions towards her next actions.

She could see it, she was about to feel it.Those strangely thin fingers slowly moved closer to her bare soles after she took off her boots.

This is her bad habit. She should really wear socks well, but it is too late to regret it now.

The fingers of unknown origin gently scraped the tender flesh on the soles of the feet, and the itchy feeling that was close to the electric shock instantly broke her.

She seemed to have felt the feeling of being tortured, but this was not what she asked for, she just wanted to laugh out loud.

Then she begged for mercy and decided to continue to scratch the sensitive point near the soles of her feet, as if the weakness was satisfying it.

It also made the tortured little maid crazy. She must have filled the entire room with laughter, but there was still nothing here, as if there was a quiet mania.

It's just that manic is not so easy to stop.

The fingertips on the left face to the soles of the left foot, and the fingertips on the right scrape the soles of the right foot. Are they entering the soft soles of the soles of the feet?Or are you just enjoying the touch of this meat...?

Perhaps for a maid, such delicate skin is rare, and of course, the little maid's own sexy physique is indispensable.

And having two smooth and white soles can naturally become a plus for this pair of small feet dancing.

Of course, they must be ticklish.

Itchy, she could only feel the itchy feeling that was violently trembling. The feeling of rushing from the soles of her feet to her calves and then rushing all over her body is called itchy...?

This is completely different from the itch that the little maid remembers. She has never been exposed to such a feeling, and she can't imagine that just by gently scratching the tender flesh on the soles of her feet, she can make herself messy.

The itchy torture on the little feet continues.

The soles of their feet that cannot move can do nothing. They can only bear the thin and long fingers and try their best to ruin their hearts.

They are uneven, like spiders' slender touching feet squirming, crawling one by one on the soles of their feet, and they are very bad and will never tire the little maid.

This time, they slid away from the soles of their feet along the small arch of their feet, rubbed every inch of the untouchable part, scraped their heels a few times, and then hooked them backwards backwards with their fingertips.

The little maid, who was touched like a numbness, bounced up on the seat with shock this time, but it would eventually be caught by the pillow on the chair again and trapped in a deep pit that could not escape.

It was a nest full of endless tickling.

It is also these long fingers who like to use the little servant room to toss the room of the little maid and to serve her with the most gentle techniques.

Of course, they know that every little girl's feet are very sensitive, especially a naive little maid like her, who is naturally a weak point that can be broken.

Therefore, they should be taken care of in the most appropriate and appropriate way, and will not be too touched and damaged, and will also allow her to enjoy it.

She wanted to make her a wonderful toy.

I can't escape, I can't escape the torture from the itchy feeling, I can't escape the weakness of being held in my weakness, and I'll eliminate everything else, my brain has become dizzy and can't think of anything.

The maid almost forgot who she was, and she could only feel unable to stop and carried herself.

She was so weak that she never thought she would have such a day, but... she really felt itchy.

She thought, why were those fingers moving in this way, and why couldn't she let her feet go?

The soles of her feet can no longer bear it, and she feels like she is about to collapse, so... they need to be treated to her in a different way.

For example, picking the toes on the toes on the little feet...?

Fear flowed out of her confused pupils, and even though her eyes were covered by a blindfold, she could still feel the ominous thing approaching.

Close to the soles of my weak feet.

They would climb up those delicate little pearls, then stretch into the hidden gap, and then rub... Moving... All of these were seen in her eyes, in her eyes now; but even so, she still couldn't control the slender fingers and approached her soft toe slits.

An unimaginable itch overflowed her brain, and the feeling made her lose her mind when she was approaching. She could not feel anything except the violent itch.

Those pointed fingers go around the toes, scraping the delicate skin on the toes, rubbing every toe seam, making the most intimate contact with them.

And the little maid who blindly accepts these flattery will always shake her head ecstatically and respond to her servants with the most exciting expression.

After all, the little maid doesn't have a chance to clean her little feet well. If she can be treated like this, she must be willing to even her little toes.

Are you happy?After all, she had an unparalleled smile, and no one would think she was unhappy, right?

The shy little maid doesn't even like to smile, but it's so difficult to even close her mouth at this moment.

I believe that the fingers think so, then they will not stop and this joy should be continued.

Each of their fingertips serves a toe slit. Sometimes they share the things they love with each other and poke the elastic and round toes. They can bring the itch that makes her unable to bear, and encourage her to enjoy more.

Now, her heart is completely filled with this pleasure, deprived of this feeling, and has become what she hopes for.

What she hoped...?What exactly is she hoping for?What...?

Her consciousness tried to escape because of this opportunity, but some things naturally would not want to let her go so easily.

It was as if she was looking forward to this moment, her fingers that were drilling deep into the toes pulled down, causing her little head to twitch with the fingertips. Naturally, the things in her little head also floated away.

They dragged the soft itchy flesh on the little maid's forefoot all the way, and finally pressed against the soles of the feet again; but the fragile soles of the little maid's feet had to bear the tickling like a tide again.

She begged for mercy like crazy, trying every means to show her collapse at this time, but except for the sweaty and moisture that radiated from the soles of her little feet, she could not express anything, and even her desperately shaking waist could not make a sound when it hit the seat.

She felt itchy, and she felt the ultimate itch; the itch could bring her the climax of consciousness and make her feel her gradually wasted her body, but it was obvious... the warmth brought to herself by her body, which was extremely dull due to itch, was so strange to her.

In this secret room with swaying lights, a gentle atmosphere was always dense, and thin and long fingers were flying and jumping on the wet soles of the little feet.

The soft soles of the feet can always accept the thinnest fingers, letting them scratch and scratch, letting them enjoy her tickling and trembling skin.

Following the small texture and fingers concentrated in front of the soles of the feet, you can always feel the temperature on the soles of the feet most intimately and the little maid's wailing. These are the most wonderful experiences they dedicated to her.

The center of the area is naturally the most delicate, but the fingers wandering on the back of the feet never slackened. They will do their best to wipe... caress her, so that she can always feel the freshest and most resistant itch.

Often the worst fingers like the most secret parts. Perhaps those delicate toes are the best choice. They can always tease the softest tender flesh between the toes with joy, and every gentle teasing can bring back her sensitive tremor.

The entire soles of her feet were wrapped in fingers, and there were countless fingers serving her, and her heart had been swallowed up by the feelings on the soles of her feet, and was surrounded by endless itch.

Not to mention her desire to die at this moment, she couldn't even tell who she was, as if she was just a little itch slave who was just to perceive the itch, but was extremely sensitive all over her body.

Yes, a bad boy who was detained in a shackle who was needed only because the tender flesh on the soles of his feet was itchy, was a little maid who had made a mistake and had to be punished.

In the endless and extremely chaotic itch, she finally remembered why she came here.

The itch stimulated the nerves, and her brain dissolved in a numb and numb piece, but she found the answer there. Of course, it was because this was what she hoped.

What I hope...?Ah…So that’s the case Ah…

I was not as clear as I imagined, and things were actually not as complicated as I imagined... super simple.

Just open your eyes slowly.

The answer was quietly revealed, and the one who helped her gently lift the veil was another finger that stretched out from somewhere, slowly taking off the little maid's blindfold.

At this moment, she could finally see it.

Her eyes were staring at her, the tears and saliva that were poured out of nowhere were soaking in her rosy and angry face, and she was grinning with a smile.

AhAh…she never thought…now she suddenly realized…

It turns out that I am... such a messy person.

Her fingers were scattered, and her curved face was soaked with sweat; but even so, the smile on the corners of her eyes and her unclosed mouth seemed to be asking for more love.

She gave up her pursuit of rationality and abandoned her original persistence. Even if she pretended to be obedient, she would always have her own emotions in her heart.

Before being a servant, she was herself.

And now, she decided to leave all of this behind.

After seeing her appearance, she felt as if she had given up her confusion. The light wind blew into her brain, and the itchy feeling from her lower body became clearer.

These things turned into a wonderful feeling that rushed into my heart. The feeling caressed every nerve in my heart. Whenever the itch on the soles of my feet became more intense, the feeling turned into a wave that shook my body.

What exactly is...?She wanted to know, she had never experienced it, she wanted to know it very much.

Every time she tried to relax her little head, the feeling would fusion like a shock. The closer she got to this feeling, the louder her little feet would become.

The tighter the little feet are, the more obvious the itchy the fingertips pierce the soft flesh. The irritating feeling is also churning with the itch, rushing hard somewhere in your body, and it will eventually reach a certain end point.

She understood that she had a sign of a breakthrough feeling. She was inspired and opened her mouth with a longing tone. The turbulence was pressed into her little head with force, and then her head became blank like an electric shock.

Only a wet stream flows quietly under the maid's skirt...

And while waiting for the end of the symphony, the slender fingers suddenly stopped tickling service, put away their teasing attitude, and were surprisingly orderly, retreating from her sight.

The little maid who was lying incontinence was swollen from the stimulation of incontinence, and the little maid who was lying on the seat with a broken expression, and a pool of liquid ticking on the floor.

The little maid's unprecedented experience made her unable to recover her original rationality even now. The remaining itchy feeling of Gu Liu was still ringing on the soles of her feet.

The purpose of a punishment is to make the prisoner who does the wrong thing repent and reflect, and at best, to make the person who is punished bear things that will make her beg for mercy.

And being trapped in the shackles and constantly scratching the soles of our little maid has obviously suffered an indescribable punishment...?Or... torture?

In any case, this foot itch that belonged to her seemed to have achieved her due purpose and also met her needs and expectations for herself.

Not only did she remember the collapse caused by tickling, she also left unforgettable marks on the soles of her little feet. Just being scratched can make herself go crazy.

But now, she should return to reality.

Oh, it looks like I'm about to faint, but I'm sorry, I can't sleep yet?

The air began to flow along the sound, and the mystery that the room should have filled with suddenly disappeared, yes, it was like awakening emerged from a pool.

Was gentlely awakened by the voice's master, the little maid gradually regained consciousness and searched for her memory in a daze.

What happened to me...?It's like having a drowsy dream...?The content of the dream has an extremely real feeling that makes me shy.

Her rosy little face was still stained with marks, and her drowsy little head seemed to have been knocked by someone, but there was no doubt that she could remember those bad feelings tightly.

Very good, so good boy, now... come, look at me, look into my eyes.

She said so, and the little maid followed.

Perhaps it was because the gentle female voice did not make her feel resistant, or perhaps it was because she had no other thoughts in her head, and the truth was in front of her.

Gui'an, my cute little maid, maybe we have met before, but now you can get to know me again.

The lady seemed to be wrapped in a dark mist, but was covered by a glimmer of light called mystery. She had a noble and luxurious color, which made the little maid know that she was an object she could not touch.

Furthermore, in the bright blue pupils that were looked at each other, she could not see any waves, which made the little maid deeply immersed in it.

But even so, she had the impression that she had seen such glory.

That's right, she should know the person in front of her.

Gerlin...Miss Gerlin...?

Due to her excessive surprise, she involuntarily called out the name of the adult in front of her.

That was the high-ranking person in this mansion, the master she served with her head down, and naturally it was an existence she could not violate and could not touch at will.

At the same time, perhaps it was also the one she offended this time, and was blamed for damaging her master's property, and she should have knelt on the ground to apologize and beg for life.

Oh yes, yes, that's it...

Sorry, sorry, sorry...!

Breaking your crystal bottle is a mistake that my subordinates regret in this life!sorry!

I will really spend all my life to compensate myself sincerely. I hope you will spare my life for my humble and pity...AhAh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry... But please listen...

The little maid who suddenly realized this problem was already scared to beg for mercy like a rainstorm before her master said the rest of the matter was already scared to beg for mercy and beg for his life.

The fear that had been accumulated for a long time was released at this moment.Perhaps when she was blamed, she was so nervous that she had already thought of the lines that begged for mercy.

But is things really going as expected?

Immediately, the master who listened to the wrong maid confided slowly approached her, and in her eyes the same judgment came heavy, even forcing her to beg for life.

Only panic followed her.

Huh, it seems that you already understand your situation quite well. My little maid, should you just admit your mistake?Can you feel good like this?

Her master gently approached her and pressed his finger against her sweaty little face.

No, no...!You really misunderstood me!Please believe me...!I... did nothing!

With a cold smile getting closer and closer, she felt that her end was getting closer and closer.

Quirking is useless ~ Bad kids who make mistakes will say this, you must be such a maid, right?

The master's deep pupils stared at her, as if she was about to swallow her despair. The closer she got to herself, the more scared she felt.

Until that delicate face was about to touch her, her tears couldn't help but squeeze out the corners of her eyes with grievance.

No!Don't... Woo... Please don't... Woo I did nothing, I still... I don't want to... Woo... um...?!

Her pity sound was broken.

With lips facing the lips, a strand of the hostess' hair brushed her face, but her little mouth had already snatched her kiss.

She trembled and opened her eyes wide, feeling a wonderful feeling that carried the cold into her head, and then slid to the back of her neck.

I don't know when the thin hand that had penetrated her waist gently but tightly hugged her body, and stroked the panic caused by fear.

She was surprised, she was abrupt, she was confused... She could only accept everything that happened suddenly, and it seemed familiar.

Then, the little suffocation time ended.

Gently taking off her mouth, the elegant lady smiled at her with a lively pleasure.

Stop crying...?

She teased with interest and cared for her sincerely.

Um...yes.

The little maid's rosy cheeks were wet and her eyes were still crystal clear, but she was half pouting and honestly.

Miss Green...will you blame me?

After holding it in for a long time, she squeezed out this sentence.

...Little idiot, why should I blame you...?Have you done something wrong?

Isn't this a matter of course? Only bad kids who make mistakes will receive punishment, and the little maid naturally understands this truth.

But of course she also knew that the problem was not.

You know...I did nothing... right?

Not only that, she even does everything step by step, performs every responsibility, never lie and make mistakes, suffers the most hard work every day, and does the most hard work.

As long as there is something I don’t know, I will study, and devote myself to my maid’s identity, and unknowingly, I became the model that everyone calls me.

oops?What are you talking about? Nothing happened?

He preached so easily, the lady in front of her took out something translucent and glowing from somewhere.

It seemed particularly obvious in this dim room, and naturally, she would never admit that thing wrong.

It is because of that thing that causes me to suffer so many grievances and injustice.

well?Water…crystal bottle?

She deeply imprinted this thing in her mind, but in her memory, it should be many clear crystals shining.

She had never seen such a complete bottle before, nor had she had the chance to see it... Maybe she also understood it.

I am not that suitable for working in such a place.

Well, look, the crystal bottle is intact on my hands.

But she still tried her best to do more she could, but that was not for others... She had no parents and no relatives.

In the depths of the vague memory, I only remember that I was indeed from a dark place. Perhaps just like those who bullied her, I was a humble poor man, and even a humble person.

But... the appearance of myself reflected from the reflection of the crystal bottle is also crystal clear.

OK OK OK Don't cry anymore.

She also wants to be someone who can do her duty for herself.

Um.

At the same time, she also wanted to do something for others.

Alas, can you tell me your name compared to these irrelevant trivial matters?

At this moment, what she needs is to embody that figure in her mind and make sure to give all her vows in her heart.

My name is Mono, Miss Green.

From now on, she will be the only person she needs to serve.

Alas~ It’s not OK to be so disgusted, just call Glin.

That's what the adult said, so he stroked his pen and turned his back with a smile; even though she said that, she didn't think it could be so casual.

OK, Xiao Mono, what I want to say is very simple. From now on, you will be my exclusive maid.

Now starting, you don’t need to work in the courtyard or the house, and you don’t have to do some messy work. I limit your work scope to only include this room.

Simply put, I hope you can be my thing, is that OK?My dear little maid...?

Huh...?Wait a little bit...?What's going on?

Mono had no expectations, but he had never imagined such an unfolding. Now she was once again full of confusion and confusion, and some ominous premonition that was swaying.

Oh, or she actually never figured out what her master was thinking.

After all, some mysteries have never been solved.

And our little maid has always been imprisoned on a seat with handcuffs and shackles.

Huh?Lord Glyn…?Could it be...?

She was actually a little anxious, but she herself did not realize this. After all, when she was being dealt with at will, she would never have thought that this was the case.

Now she can only remember what is going on.

Ah, she'd better not think too much.

well?Have you only discovered it now?It's late...?

When she looked at her master with a pleading look, her master would only respond to her bad smile.

Welcome to my private space, Xiao Mono, from now on, this will be the villa where you live and a place of happiness for us. Ah, just call it the servant room...?

He talked complacently and happily about how could Grin, who would be ruthless in the future, attack his little servant?

That means, it was just walking slowly to her two bare feet.

Ah, of course, they were all locked in their feet shackles, unable to move, just like their owners.

Lord Glin...you...don't...don't...you almost let me go!

Unfortunately, this is the last complete sentence that Xiao Mono could hear today.

However, perhaps compared to the previous time, being able to laugh without any restraint can at least make her happy; but her master seemed to have just wanted to lock her up and scratch her itch from the beginning.

Well, Xiao Mono seemed to be reminded of the familiar feeling of these fingers pressing against the soles of his feet; but don’t worry, as long as he is still in this servant’s room, there will be many more opportunities...