Neha and I would arrive at the flat by ten, change into our workclothes and then start painting. We had already moved a double-bed in, and were intend...ng to transfer her wardrobe soon. My 'artist's clothes' consisted of a worn jeans and a torn shirt, and Neha, taking after her dear old Dad, would wear a similar attire. After washing up - the bath had a very enviable shower - we would go home.On this particular night, though, my wife was out of station. Being a little behind our plan, Neha and I. I took advantage of her momentary shock and dragged her behind the bushes. This spot was perfect. The bushes were thick and blocked pretty much all of the view from the path and behind us was a heavily wooded area. She started fighting. She was surprisingly strong. She grunted and demanded I get off her, but I held my own. When I felt like she might start getting the upper hand, I quickly let go and punched her hard in the stomach. She doubled over and started coughing. “Stop fighting,. " Oh, ok." I responded lamely.Saying goodnight I headed for my own room and settled down for a wank before going to sleep.That weekend was a strange one; my mother seemed to be totally distracted, as though her mind was somewhere else. She spent a lot of time in her bedroom and I started to wonder if she was sick or something, but every time I asked her if she was okay she would state that she was fine. It seemed a funny kind of 'fine' to me, but there wasn't a lot I could do about it. It was. After all, I was still a very heterosexual, "manly" man outside of this particular habit that I may have.Anyhow, time went by and as my collection of fetish attire, outfits, shoes, and adornments increased, so did my photo collection. I was always exciting at the thought of taking risqu? or more explicit shots. I have many interests in the realm of Dominance and Submission, and picture taking was one of them. If you haven't caught on yet, I also very much enjoy humiliation, degradation, and.