I could only aspire to serve her in some sort of permanent position.In my vivid imagination, I didn’t see us as ‘Mistress’ and ‘Slave’ - thi... seemed to role-playingly phony. I saw us, I guess, as husband and wife. Submissive husband and dominant wife. Submissive husband and disciplinary wife.The concept of disciplinary wife was new to me when I first visited a web site for the disciplinary wives club. This was a long-standing site devoted to helping women, either married or in committed. You're a new girl and you'll have to learn about your new role. But eventually, you will discover boys." But I'm a boy!" Not anymore dear. Inside you're all girl. I've always known it. There's always been something different about you." Mom, you really think so? Didn't you like me as a boy?" Honey, you're my child and I will always love you no matter what lifestyle choices you make. But what's important to me is that I think you like yourself better as a girl than boy. Just look at yourself in. He compliedThe man then turns to the still struggling wife and tells her:"Relax". "This is going to happen". The wife respond by struggling more violently. The naked man proceeds to climb on the foot of the bed. He gently secures the woman's legs, presses forward, and slowly begins to eat her pussy. Although the wife continues her attempt to free herself, the man senses her resistance beginning to wane. After a time her breathing gets heavier. Shortly after that, her body heaves and she. Then what? His mind reeled and his heart ached. Was this love or just madness? He feared it was both. —————————– Morning again, the train, her. Once again that smile, but this time it seemed to linger, it was more than just a good morning smile, wasn’t it? He couldn’t do this everyday, not knowing. He had to make that move. He could find an excuse to be on that train, next to her. He decided, tomorrow he would make that move. What had he to lose, apart from everything. He could hardly sleep.