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On the screen, my wife unzipped her skirt, took it off, and placed it on the sofa next to her. She was wearing only her bra and shorts. She was covering the bra with her arms. Sure enough, a voice rang out from the computer speakers.
"Get your hands off!"
My wife did as she was told and moved her hands away, fidgeting shyly with them next to her waist. After about 20 seconds, something flew toward my wife from the direction of the camera. She couldn't avoid it and was wet. It was water or something—a clear liquid, perhaps water from a glass. My wife sounded surprised that the liquid had been splashed on her.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry," she said, as she began to undo her bra. She was trying to unhook it at the back. Because her hands were behind her back, my wife's bra was completely visible on the screen. She unhooked it and lowered the straps. She then picked up her bra and placed it on top of her skirt. She made no attempt to cover her exposed breasts. Perhaps it was because she had been warned earlier. She didn't try to hide herself, but she leaned forward slightly with an expression of unbearable embarrassment.
Then my wife put her hand on her shorts and removed them with a whoosh. Her pubic hair was revealed on the screen. I'm sure the man in front of the camera was watching. No, he was ordering her to do it. Was she just like my wife? But she was in my wife's car. Was it really my wife? Who was this man? What was their relationship? Why was my wife doing this? I could go on and on about all the strange things I found so strange. But right now, I was starting to lose track of what was real and what wasn't.
My wife was naked in what appeared to be a hotel room, and the DVD showed her naked. On the screen, she was naked and contorting her face. She looked like she was about to burst into tears. Why was she doing this? I searched for reassuring answers to the questions that kept popping up. This was someone who looked like my wife. Even if it was my wife, it was work. No, it was strange for her to do something like this for work. Any way you looked at it, this footage was bringing out my wife's feminine side.
I couldn't find answers to the questions that had been arising since I started watching this DVD. In fact, the more I watched, the more I felt that this DVD was true. The voice that said "I'm sorry" earlier was my wife's. I didn't want to see my wife like this anymore. But unless I watched, I wouldn't know what the truth was.
As various thoughts ran through my head, the man on the screen said, "Get on all fours."
My wife on the screen bent over, put her hands on the floor, put her knees on the floor, and raised her buttocks. It seemed like the fixed camera was shaking, but then it was a close-up of my wife's entire body. It seemed like the man had the camera in his hand. It showed a close-up of my wife's toes, knees, buttocks, back, and chest, and then her face. The screen moved as if licking her body.
The camera continued to move toward my wife. Then the man stopped and looked down at her from above. The camera pointed to the floor. No, it was showing the man's feet on the floor. The man was barefoot, without even slippers. My wife's head appeared on the screen. Her shoulder-length hair was on the floor, and she buried her face in the man's right foot. She stuck out her tongue like a dog and began licking.
"Have you forgotten?" came the man's voice.
My wife then brushed her hair back and draped it over her left shoulder. She then licked the tips of the man's toes, making sure the right side of her face was visible to the camera. After licking the nail of his big toe clean, she carefully licked between the nail and the space between his thumb and index finger. You could see the tips of the man's toes gradually glisten with my wife's saliva. You could hear the man breathing.
After my wife had finished licking all the toes on his right foot, the camera moved away. It appeared to be heading toward the door. It stopped midway, and a rustling sound was heard. It seemed he was taking something out of a bag. Then it turned back to my wife, who was waiting on her hands and knees. The camera was placed on the table, facing the window. All I could hear was a light metallic sound. The bright sunlight from outside was streaming in. So it wasn't a love hotel, but a city hotel? But it was daytime, so she had work on weekdays. On weekends… why would she do something like this while I was there?
The camera started moving again. The screen quickly shifted from my wife's butt to her face. Her face appeared on the screen. My heart started beating faster as I watched. My wife was clearly dressed differently from before. She had a brown collar around her neck, with a string hanging down from it. The man with the camera was probably holding the other end of the string. She looked just like a dog going for a walk. But it wasn't a dog tied up there; it was my own wife.
When I see a dog being walked, I don't think anything of it, but a human being, my own wife and mother, Noriko, was tied up on a leash. She was being controlled by a man. My already fast heartbeat felt even faster.
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