One month had passed since my husband and I moved into the house left vacant after my late father-in-law's death. We were gradually settling into daily life, finally feeling at ease. However, my husband grew increasingly stressed due to frequent calls from the neighborhood association. One day, while he was away on a three-day, two-night business trip, the neighborhood chairman suddenly showed up at my door. He flashed photos of me secretly filmed while I was alone, touching myself, then pointed out the deep-rooted masochism hidden within my heart. With a wicked smile, he placed a collar and a length of rope before me.