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A Married Woman Who Reports to Her Master with Selfies of Her Sexual Servitude Who's the JAV actress in this video? Amateur? Name revealed!

MiU is not a model. I am MiU's owner, and she is my real pet, under my control and care. The master-servant relationship between us is genuine. As a form of public training and discipline, I record and upload videos to show how SM can be sweet, painful, and profoundly beautiful. Even when I am not around, MiU follows my orders, reporting back with photos and videos. This video compiles scenes from three days, narrated by MiU herself: "Even when separated from my Master, I remain under control and training as his property. I live every day wearing a collar and crotch rope. In rooms where my husband or ○○ has left, I carry out the orders I've received, recording everything to report back to my Master." [Scene 1: Left on the Balcony – Masturbation as Reward] It was mid-March, still chilly. I was ordered to go out onto the balcony and stay still. First, I had to remain there for about 15 minutes wearing just my sweater. Then, I was told to remove everything except the collar and crotch rope. Though shivering from cold and loneliness, deep inside my body burned with devotion. I silently vowed to always remain obedient and sincere to my Master. Since masturbation is normally forbidden, the subtle torment of the crotch rope made me writhe with desire, twisting my hips instinctively in search of stimulation—this awareness filled me with painful longing. Finally, I was given the command: "Good girl." Permission to masturbate was granted. With only a thin wall separating me from the neighboring balcony, I had to suppress my moans as I pleasured myself. [Scene 2: Masturbation in the Bathroom] Because I had obeyed my orders well, I was rewarded with permission to masturbate. But I was told not to climax immediately—"It's more fun this way, so practice orgasm denial." I've been trained that touching this body I've dedicated to my Master should be done for my owner's pleasure, as a matter of etiquette. So I spread my legs wide for clear view, writhing with the vibrator to bring my Master joy, enduring multiple stops, gasping, holding back, and growing wetter each time. [Proof of Absolute Obedience: Shaving] My Master usually shaves me himself, but when ordered, I must do it alone and report with video. Though I melt with pleasure when my Master tends to my hair, being watched while I shave myself feels deeply shameful and sorrowful. Each time the razor touches my skin, I am reminded—etched into my heart—that I am a masochistic servant under complete control. This awareness brings a painful ache. When the crotch rope is pressed against my smooth, fully exposed slit, I grow quietly, helplessly wet.