.. don’t speak A-rab?”“Barely. Two weeks worth. Salaam. Whoops, that was it.”Air escaped from the corner of the soldier’s lips. He lost his ...emeanour.“John? The fuck?”“Look, let’s go over the basics with him. See what needs improving. I want him to be able to lift and drop, I wanna know if he can use a piece, I want him up on...”“Whoa whoa whoa whoa,” I said. “Lifting and dropping? I lift forks and drop pearls of wisdom. I don’t even exercise when it’s fifteen degrees, never mind. She was tall and skinny, like one of those stick insect fashion models, with short blonde hair and icy blue eyes. Her mouth and lower jaw were covered with a black rubber gag, which had straps going upward either side of her nose and straps in front of her ears and straps behind her neck. Her breasts were prominent, seemingly rigid, encased in a sports bra. Lower down, she wore a metal chastity belt, like a male athlete's jock strap. Her genital cleft was invisible behind a metal grill, and. After 15 years of marriage,everyone in that situation needs a little inspiration every now and then.I told her that I had been (out of curiosity) to a few websites that dealtwith feminization. I thought it sounded sexy to be led into a taboolifestyle. The though of submitting to a strong woman was intriguing.Since it would just be a secret between us behind closed doors...why not.She just grinned. Naturally, my next question to her was the same one sheasked me. Her response was, "I love it. We used to fuck in every corner of the house. One day while having sex I said “Maa…”She was a little taken aback. I said “Arre … that .. came out by mistake”She asked “you like your maa?”I said “yes”“Then fuck me as my beta”I fucked her, calling her maa. She called me her beta. And while she saw her son ramming his cock inside her motherly ass, I saw my mother getting fucked like a slut by her son. That roleplay made us have sex more and more in that same situation.She used to tell me how her.