Yumeko Gagged and bound (N)

Crimson Shackles: The Fall of the Gambling Queen EP2

Crimson light from the deep-red crystal chandelier spills across the blood-velvet armchair that reigns in the center of the Momobami mansion’s private lounge. Ririka Momobami stands beside it, one hand gripping a black leather leash clipped to Jabami Yumeko’s collar, the other cradling a small pink remote.

Yumeko is bound to the chair with exquisite precision. Dark-brown rope coils around her torso in intricate Shibari patterns, lifting her breasts high until beads of sweat glisten and trickle along the cords. Wrists are lashed behind the chair’s back; ankles are tied to the front legs, spreading her thighs just enough to expose the tiny pink vibrator nestled deep inside her most sensitive spot. A thin wire snakes down to the remote in Ririka’s palm.

Yumeko’s mouth remains sealed beneath layers of matte-black duct tape, gauze stuffed so tightly that her cheeks bulge. Her crimson eyes shimmer with excitement and shame. She breathes in short, desperate gasps through her nose as Ririka presses the lowest button.

“Mmmph…” A muffled moan leaks from beneath the tape. The toy hums to life. Yumeko jolts, body tensing; the ropes bite deeper, denying even the smallest escape.

Ririka circles the chair slowly, fingertips gliding from Yumeko’s shoulder down to the rope-framed swell of her chest. “Like it, my pet?” she whispers, then thumbs the intensity up a notch. Yumeko’s eyes flutter shut; tremors ripple through her, sweat tracing the rope’s path.

After an eternity on the blood-red throne, Ririka tugs the leash. Yumeko rises—miraculously balanced despite the bindings—and is led to the cream-colored sofa beneath a vast window. Moonlight bathes the cushions, making Yumeko’s sweat-slicked skin sparkle like frost.

Ririka pushes her down, adjusts her to kneel. Wrists stay crossed behind her back; ankles are retied to the sofa legs. The same pink toy is removed from its first home and slid even deeper into a new, more intimate place. The wire dangles, waiting.

“Here… you’ll enjoy the view while I play,” Ririka murmurs. She sits beside her, one hand on the remote, the other stroking Yumeko’s lace-stockinged thigh.

Finally, Ririka drags her to the thick scarlet carpet that blankets the floor. Yumeko is arranged on her side—rope still cinching her body, toy buried to its deepest setting, wire trailing to the remote now resting beside Ririka.

Ririka lies down, one hand threading through Yumeko’s long black hair, the other tapping the remote gently. “Tonight… you sleep like this,” she breathes. Yumeko’s eyes close; her body quivers to the toy’s renewed pulse.

On the deep-crimson carpet beneath silver moonlight, Yumeko is locked in Ririka’s embrace—mouth stuffed and sealed, body bound in rope, soul surrendered completely.

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yumeko jabami : Kakegurui