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The camera continued to move backward. The string, which had been hanging and curved, gradually straightened. When the string connected to my wife's collar was fully taut, I heard the sound of bells clanging. She was being treated completely like a dog, not a human. As the bell rang, my wife's right arm began to move. She placed her right hand in the direction of the pull, and then her left hand and feet began to move as well. Still on all fours, looking down, my wife walked toward the camera. Rather than walking, she was being made to walk.
Just when it seemed she had stopped, she was made to walk to the left. The string was pulled, and the sound of bells echoed through the room as the collar vibrated, and at the same time, my wife's body began to move. "Walk with your butt sticking out more," a man said in a calmer voice than before. My wife lowered her back and thrust her butt upward. With her beautifully shaped breasts and protruding buttocks, I could see my wife as a woman. I could feel my thing gradually expanding. I thought it was strange, but it was growing naturally.
I felt the urge to watch more DVDs. But it's my wife. My wife—I don't know what's going on with her. She's out now, but I wonder what she's doing, hiding from me. I don't know if she's just cheating, or working, or what.
After walking around the room for about two minutes, she headed toward the window. The camera moved around and captured my wife's bottom from behind. The man then ordered her to lift her bottom. She did as ordered and lifted her bottom. Sure enough, her private parts were exposed. It was hard to see clearly because the camera was far away. But it gradually zoomed in, and her private parts filled the screen.
The camera zoomed out, and just when I thought I had my wife's whole body in view, the man suddenly tugged on the string from behind. The sudden pressure on her throat made her sob a little. He was pulling quite hard. She's a human being, after all. My wife was being treated like less than livestock. However, without paying any attention to her behavior, the man pulled my wife toward the bed, and she was pulled onto the bed by the string.
My wife was made to get on all fours on the bed. The camera was fixed to what appeared to be a table, showing my wife from the side as she got on all fours on the bed. The screen filled with her image, from her buttocks to her chest. In the next moment, the man approached and slapped my wife's buttocks. "No…" A loud smack echoed through the room, and my wife screamed.
The man was standing under the bed, and we could only see her from her stomach to her knees. Who on earth was he? The slapping of my wife's buttocks continued. The sound of the slapping gradually got louder, and so did my wife's screams. My wife's buttocks were gradually turning redder, and the man hit the still-white parts. It hurt so much that her buttocks gradually dropped.
"Lift your butt!" the large man said as he stood and hit her. I could hear my wife crying. My wife was crying with her buttocks raised. Her face was not visible. I wondered what kind of expression she had.
It must have lasted about three minutes. My wife's bottom was swollen and bright red. In some places, the handprints overlapped, creating blisters. The man stopped hitting her and said, "That's it for today." As he said it, his foot moved closer to the camera. He lifted the camera and filmed my wife. The screen showed her buried in the bed from her elbows to her face, her head bowed.
"Have you forgotten again?" he asked, and my wife woke up with a start and got off the bed. She then approached the man and sat upright, facing him. She appeared to be kneeling. "Thank you," she said, kneeling on the floor and bowing to the man with both hands. The man was holding a camera and filming her.
I then found myself watching the DVD on my computer screen. My mind went blank. As I was stunned, my mind going blank, the remaining three DVDs came into view. I felt a desire not to look at them, but even more than that, I felt a strong desire to confirm them. When I thought about what lay ahead and the next time I'd see my wife, I couldn't act normally.
Almost in desperation, I picked up the seventh DVD and inserted it into the deck. My fingers trembled as I tried to play the video file inside. I steeled myself and looked at the screen. As expected, I felt the shock I'd been prepared for. It was the same wife I saw earlier. It was the same room as the DVD I watched earlier. She wasn't wearing a collar.
It was a beautiful room, likely a city hotel, with a large window overlooking the blue sky, and my wife was standing there completely naked, looking down. Looking out the window, I could be sure my wife's naked body was in full view. Then a man approached. Holding a long string in his hand, he approached my wife from behind. Then, as he stood in front of her, he put the string around her neck, pulled it down, and tied it.
The backlight made it impossible to see her face, but he was not a particularly muscular man, just an average-sized man. I got the illusion that I was watching an adult video. The man skillfully tied the string one after another, and the strings were tied around my wife's back, which was shown on the screen. They continued to be tied further and further down, all the way to her butt crack, digging into her ass like a loincloth. Perhaps my mind was confused by the reality of my wife being tied up in front of me, but my lower body swelled to the point of bursting.
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