In my vivid imagination, I didn’t see us as ‘Mistress’ and ‘Slave’ - this seemed to role-playingly phony. I saw us, I guess, as husband and ...ife. 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 relationships, to learn the particulars of disciplining their husband or. He suffers from severe emphysema, has suffered a stoke, and is unable to care for himself in any meaningful way.That is why I still live at home and why I have lived in this house since a very few months days the day I was born.My mother and my thirteen year old sister left the house almost immediately after my sister's first appointment with a gynecologist. During it, she disclosed the only person who had ever been 'inside' her 'like that' was my father. Understandably, it was not long before. Jenna gazed half lovingly, half awe struck at the captivatingly sensuous being, and then without moving its succulent lips it spoke inside her head."Welcome Jenna I am Vagr-lo keeper of the Female Dom, you have earned the right to my counsel by being the most resistant female of any species I have encountered in a millennium, speak your questions human" WHY?" was all the shocked scientist could manage to ask."To survive, to grow, if we don't infect - we Vagran's die as a race, we will not. I was back in the office for another appointment when she suggested I get a massage for her friend Darren, who also worked there. “He has magic hands” she told me. That’s when things started to get complicated.Darren looked like the type of guy you would see in a perfume ad, diving into the sea. Young, good looking and fit. I layed on the massage table and he started to rub my back and shoulders. His hands were like magic, rubbing my tension away, it also seemed somehow erotic and sensual..