While my husband was away on a business trip, I drank too much at a company party and lost consciousness. When I woke up, I found myself tightly bound with hemp rope in my boss's room. Unable to move my body, I could only resist. In that helpless state, I was taken against my will. At first, I felt disgust, but gradually it turned into pleasure. As I was intensely tormented, I reached climax after climax. That sensation lingered in my mind, and even after returning home, the feeling of the ropes remained vivid in my heart. Day by day, I grew to crave tighter bindings and harsher treatment. Before long, on days when my husband was absent, I began secretly visiting my boss.