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The road to academic success often skirts the tumultuous route of torture and doubt.

Wife Correction Center—Tangyuan dressed in ultra-sexy secretary uniform..

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Brandy wasn't the brightest of nurses, but even she could tell that there were strange things going on at her new job at Devonshire Hospital.

There were patients who just … disappeared. There was the mysterious locked Ward K. Also nobody seemed to care about billing codes, which was *really* strange.

Nurse Brandy had a list of questions for her mentor, Nurse Simone. She wasn’t surprised to find her in her lingerie — the dress code seemed pretty relaxed here.

“Nurse Simone, I just have been noticing a few things that are a little strange around here, and I was hoping you could answer some questions?”

”You’ve been gathering evidence? Asking questions? Brandy, we don’t tolerate snitches and narcs around here!”

“I’m not a narc! I’m just wondering why —“

But it was too late. The tall brunette nurse grabbed her and silenced her.

In another moment Simone had stuffed a cloth in her mouth, gagged her with a bandage, and forced her into the locker room.

“Now you’ll see what we do with snoops and snitches! First they get punished for asking n impertinent questions and sticking their noses where they don’t belong!”

Brandy's wrists were bound behind her with rubber tubing. She was helpless to resist as Simone bent her over her knee.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

It was painful. And humiliating. And strangely arousing...

After the spanking, Simone exposed the helpless nurse, ring-gagged her, and tied a knotted rope tight against her pussy!

"Yes, Doctor.... she was asking questions.... yes, I think she might make an excellent candidate for Ward K!"

Ward K? The mysterious locked ward? That doesn't sound good...

"CHueahe….uegh nhe ho…"

"OK, Brandy, if you do a good job of cleaning my shoes, maybe I'll let you go!"

Nurse Brandy continued her humiliation as she licked her superior's high heeled shoes.

"You did an excellent job, Brandy! Unfortunately we are short of experimental subjects in Ward K, so I'm not going to let you go after all."

"NHo haiu!"

"You're right, this is no fair at all. Now let's see if we can truss up these pretty breasts of yours..."

"Nhnhnhnhh!"

"Such pretty nipples deserve to be punished!"

"Ouuuu! ghhagh huughh!"

"Now you stay right here while I get the transfer ready."

Brandy was left to helplessly drool over her tied and clamped breasts while Nurse Simone made her preparations.

Simone returned with some bandages. "You'll have to stay here until the next shift change, Brandy. Then we can move you to Ward K."

After what seemed like hours in the cold confinement of the locker, Brandy was transferred to the mysterious locked ward of the hospital.

"Welcome to Ward K, Nurse Summers... or should I say Patient 4239?"

"We're so glad you're going to help with our ongoing psycho-sexual experiments. But first we need some baseline measurements!"

"MMMMMMPH!"

This was a new challenge for me. Mom dressed me again in her office look – high classic heels and Strong Sculpt pantyhose, which further shape my ass and legs. You can see stacks of these pantyhose in the background – a gift from Mom. Mom's tight bandage skirt, petticoat, shapewear, and tight panties make me feel insanely packed with every step on this treadmill.

My huge, heavy tits are encased in another woman's very tight white push-up bra, which I wrote about here earlier – amazingly, it still smells of her perfume. This bra is clasped so tightly on me, it makes my tits bulge out of the cups, but at the same time holds them in place very securely. This sheer turtleneck perfectly showcases this.

My mouth is full of Mom's panties—I can barely even moan; my saliva soaks them, and I'm forced to "suck on my gag" to keep from choking on the saliva that's dripping onto my tits.

A wide metal collar with a padlock, a tight latex hood with an open face, revealing my gagged and make-up face, further humiliating me. The tight armbinder on my hands forces my heavy tits out even more. I feel my hands going numb; it's too tight.

I'm forced to walk on this treadmill, my collar tied to the treadmill with a rope, a bondage video playing in front of me, and the window in front of me is open, so my moans, like the girls moans in the video, are clearly audible outside, adding to the humiliation of this moment.

Her bra is also hanging on the treadmill. She said she's been wearing it all week for me, and depending on the results, I'll either wear it or wear it as a gag.

Every step I take makes my heavy tits shake, which adds a slight feeling of pain to me; my mother has fastened nipple clamps under my heavy implants.

And as if that weren't enough, at one point she speeds up the treadmill (which you can see in the video), causing me to panic.