The video begins with Mom holding Dad's arm as they enter the photo studio to develop their pictures.
"Honey, after our wedding photos are developed, how about we take a couple's portrait together?"
"Sure, whatever you say, dear…"
"Ring, ring, ring… Hello? A meeting? Right now? Okay, wait for me, I'll be there soon." Mom answered a call, saying she had to attend a meeting. "Honey, wait here nicely for the photos to be developed. The Education Bureau suddenly called a meeting. I'll come back after the meeting, and we'll take the portrait." Mom earnestly instructed Dad. "Got it, go ahead, dear. I'll wait here." Dad agreed. "Mwah!" Mom kissed Dad and hurried out of the studio.
In the video, Dad initially waited obediently on the first floor of the studio. After about ten minutes, he grew restless and started wandering around, soon making his way to the second floor.
"Hmm? What is this place? What's going on inside?" Dad asked a staff member nearby, looking at a large, frosted, opaque glass wall.
"Hello, sir. This area is specifically for private portrait photography. This glass wall is completely opaque and soundproof to protect clients' privacy. You can only vaguely make out some outlines from outside. There's a lady inside having her portrait taken right now." The staff member replied respectfully.
The frosted glass wall in the video was a one-way privacy glass—completely opaque from the outside but perfectly clear from the inside. How do I know? Because in the folder dated June 1, 2006, there's also an internal file containing a lengthy second-person perspective from inside the private room.
At the start of the second video, the sound of "click-clack, click-clack" is Mom's high heels as she enters the room. The interior is set up like a typical photo studio, with a large green screen in the center, large fill lights on all sides, and a sofa set in the room. Sitting in the middle of the sofa is a man in a suit, while standing beside it are the cowboy, the middle-parted hair guy, and the photographer trio from the previous video. Mom's presence here means she didn't actually go to a meeting after answering the phone—she was called upstairs instead. What could be going on?
"So, you're the man they mentioned?" Mom, dressed in a standard office lady outfit, stood in front of the suited man, looking down at him like a queen from a superior position.
"Hello, Teacher Sun. My name is Wang Sen, the owner of this photo studio." The suited man greeted her with apparent politeness but didn't even glance at Mom, casually lighting a cigar instead.
"I thought these three men were quite impressive. Maybe one alone wouldn't be enough, but with three of them, they should've been able to satisfy me at least a little. What a shame. I played with them a few days ago, and they turned out to be complete trash." Mom boasted arrogantly about her "achievements," while the three men standing nearby looked around awkwardly.
"I've seen the videos they sent me. It's precisely because of your performance that I've developed some interest in you." The man swiped open his phone to show the videos taken by the three men. As he turned off the screen, a blonde, blue-eyed foreign woman flashed briefly as his wallpaper.
"Who is this woman on your screensaver?" Mom showed interest in the woman. "This is my wife, Anna Katerina. She is currently the lead dancer at a Moscow cabaret." The man touched the screen of his phone, his eyes devoid of affection, instead carrying a hint of coldness.
"So, you're sneaking around behind your wife's back doing this kind of thing?" Mom seemed to look down on the man before her. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Wang Sen. This photo studio is my side business. My main work is at the Institute of Human Behavioral Sciences. I sought you out this time in hopes of completing my experiment through you." The man took a puff of his cigar, patted the sofa beside him, and gestured for Mom to sit down.
"So you want to study me?" Mom questioned. "That is part of the consideration. I hope you can accept my proposal." The man remained neither humble nor arrogant. "And what can I gain from it?" Mom retorted. "You will gain what you have always longed for." Wang Sen's expression was inscrutable. "...Alright, I hope you won't disappoint me." After hesitating for quite a while, Mom gave her affirmative answer.
"Then please go to the center of the stage." Wang Sen ordered the other three men to escort Mom to the central set.
"And then?" Mom questioned. "Please relax." As he spoke, Wang Sen walked behind Mom, then used a pair of sturdy hands to caress her back, slowly removing her clothes. Today, Mom was wearing a standard office lady pencil skirt suit, with 40D nude stockings and 5CM high heels—a typical professional woman's attire. Wang Sen neatly folded Mom's clothes and placed them by the side of the room, then brought out a chair for her to sit on.
"This spot has an excellent view. You can see the entire scenery of the second floor." Wang Sen pointed to the one-way glass wall in front of them as he spoke to Mom, then directed his subordinates to bring over a large bundle of soft hemp rope.
"Hmm, your photo studio is quite spacious. I hope my photoshoot later turns out well." Even while naked, Mom showed not a trace of fear or discomfort. Instead, she commented on the photoshoot.
"That's for sure, we'll make sure you look absolutely stunning," the man replied as he tied up Mom with rope. Wang Sen first placed Mom's hands parallel behind her back, wrapped the rope around her wrists twice, and tied a knot. Then, he crisscrossed the rope around her slender arms before bringing it back to the front, binding her chest in an X-shape over her breasts. Next, he threaded the rope between her legs, tracing over her buttocks and pussy, looping it over her shoulders, and then back down between her legs. Finally, he tied two tight knots at the nape of her neck, completing a perfect pentagram tie on her flawless body. Wang Sen then pulled out another hemp rope, spread Mom's legs wide into a big M shape, positioning her pussy directly facing the glass wall, and tightly bound her legs to the chair legs. Once tied up, Mom's beautiful legs were spread wide in an M shape, fused with the chair legs. The two lips of her pussy were pushed apart by the ropes on either side, with a small pink clitoris squeezed in the middle. The slightest movement would subject her labia and clitoris to waves of pleasure. Her beautiful breasts were divided by an X-shaped rope, each confined within its own section, while her arms were bound tightly behind her back.
"Is that all? If this is all you've got, I'm disappointed," Mom, tied to the chair, didn't praise Wang Sen's skillful tying but instead mocked him.
"Don't rush, Teacher Sun. Look outside..." Wang Sen pointed toward the glass wall. Outside, Dad's figure slowly ascended the stairs and approached the glass, asking the staff about private photoshoots.
"Teacher Sun, let me explain. This glass wall is one-way transparent when powered, but when the power is off, it's just ordinary glass—anyone outside can easily see inside." Wang Sen's smile felt eerily familiar to me. "...Are you trying to threaten... Mmm..." Mom tried to speak, but a large black ball gag was shoved into her mouth, its strap fastened behind her head. The man then placed a pair of wireless headphones over her ears. "These are the best noise-canceling headphones. You'll only hear my voice and whatever I play for you. You won't hear anything else."
The man waved his hand, signaling his three subordinates to approach. They gathered behind Mom as he removed the microphone from the noise-canceling headphones near his collar, as if about to say something Mom shouldn't hear.
"Do you know how to tame a woman as lustful yet proud and fierce as this one?" Wang Sen asked his three subordinates. "We don't know. We've tried—the three of us could temporarily conquer her, but after a while, she always reverts to that haughty attitude," the three replied helplessly.
"Let me teach you the first move. This kind of arrogant woman thinks she has everything under her control, which is why she acts so fearlessly. But what if things slip out of her grasp?" Wang Sen said, flicking the switch to cut power to the glass wall. Instantly, the frosted glass turned into two transparent panes. Then, Wang Sen quickly placed an SM hood over Mom's head—one with only an opening for the mouth. The moment the glass turned clear and the hood was pulled over her, I saw Mom's pupils contract sharply. Her gagged mouth muffled incoherent sounds. Outside the glass wall, Dad happened to turn his head toward the room just as the hood was put on.
"Hey! What is that?" Dad outside the room exclaimed in shock and confusion upon seeing the glass wall become transparent.
"I'll explain it to him," Wang Sen said, waving off the staff outside and indicating he would handle it. He clipped a microphone to his collar and stepped out.
"Hello, my surname is Xu. I'm here with my wife to take wedding photos... What's going on inside?" Dad introduced himself and inquired about the scene in the room.
"Hello, Mr. Xu. My name is Wang Sen, the owner of this studio. The glass wall in front of you is designed to become frosted when powered on. Currently, our studio has experienced a sudden power outage, so it has reverted to a regular glass partition. I didn't expect you to be touring the second floor, and I apologize for any misunderstanding," Wang Sen said respectfully to Dad.
"Oh, no problem, no problem. But who is the woman inside?" Dad seemed a bit shy, glancing only once before averting his eyes and continuing his question.
"As the staff mentioned earlier, we are currently shooting private boudoir photos for the female customer inside," Wang Sen replied.
"Are women these days really this open-minded?" Dad asked, somewhat incredulous.
"Well, how should I put it? Women today face significant work and life pressures, so they occasionally choose unconventional ways to relieve stress. For example, the lady inside recently got married, but her husband is unable to satisfy her physical needs, so she came to us," Wang Sen explained earnestly.
"Hmm... So, just because of that, this woman would do something so unrestrained?" It seemed Wang Sen's words struck a chord with Dad. He avoided eye contact, looking visibly guilty, and quickly changed the subject.
"What I just mentioned might only be part of the reason. Perhaps this woman is inherently extremely promiscuous? I'm merely helping her liberate herself," Wang Sen said as he prepared to head back into the room. "If you're interested, you can observe from outside."
Since Wang Sen had been speaking with the microphone clipped to his collar, it also picked up some of Dad's voice. Meanwhile, inside the room, Mom, who was tied up, gradually grew wet between her legs as Wang Sen and Dad conversed. The faintly seeping arousal soaked the hemp rope wrapped around her labia. When Wang Sen answered Dad's question about the "lustful woman," Mom's pussy, stimulated by the words, secreted even more arousal. Thin strands of milky fluid seeped from the base of her opening. Tormented by the itch in her lower body, Mom occasionally squirmed subtly, attempting to derive a hint of pleasure from the hemp rope. Yet, fearing discovery by Dad outside, she dared not make any larger movements, presenting a restrained yet itching posture that appeared rather comical.
"You can take a look. See, this woman's pussy has already begun secreting arousal. This is an early sign of a female in heat," Wang Sen said as he walked up to Mom, using his hand to spread open her pussy lips to show Dad. Mom's body, stimulated both by Wang Sen's words and his physical touch, could no longer hold back and trembled for a moment.
Outside the room, Dad's throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, preparing to peer more closely into the room when suddenly the glass wall shifted from transparent back to its frosted state.
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