Exclusive Tomoda Maki returns to bondage for the first time in 11 years. 72 hours of drowning in hemp rope with the neighborhood association president.

It's been a month since my husband and I moved to this vacant house after my father passed away. I was used to living here and found it easy to live in, but my husband seemed to be receiving frequent contacts from the neighborhood association and was extremely tired. Then, the day my husband went on a two-night, three-day business trip, the neighborhood association president suddenly came to visit me. He was shown a voyeur photo of me comforting myself, and with a defiant smile, he held out a collar and a hemp rope in front of me, as he felt masochism lurking in his heart.