A month after my father-in-law dies, my husband and I move into his empty house. I am settling into the comfortable neighborhood, but my husband is already sick of the association’s constant messages. On the day he leaves for a three-day business trip, the association president suddenly visits. He shows me secretly filmed photos of me masturbating alone, grins that I have hidden masochistic desires, and presents me with a collar and hemp rope. Blackmailed and exposed, I spend the next 72 hours surrendering to bondage and the president’s control.