To be madeto feel like a woman. Haven't you?"That was not my wife talking. By now the familiar sound of waterrunning through pipes in our ceiling an... walls told me she was upstairsin the shower. And, the entire weight room was visible to me in thefloor-to-ceiling mirrors in front of me. No - I was definitely alone.It was my alter ego that was now speaking to me. The cruelest Dom inthe world - at least that I had ever known or read about in my limitedexperience - was, in fact, in my head. . The skirts were always loose and casual. We had a nicepicnic and she was all over me. She loved slowly rubbing my thigh andteasingly putting her hand up my skirt. On a few other occasions, whenoutside our regular area, she would bring earrings or other jewelry andask me to wear them or try new pair she found for me. She was alwaysthinking of me. We were always trying on clothes and doing the changeroom thing, she really loved that...and so did I.After 4 months my nipples really started to hurt,. She was a passionate member of a mountaineering society with whom she went on expeditions across all the mountains… She was a small, thin, simple woman, with short grey hair, and - despite her age - with all teeth in her teeth and without most of the health problems affecting women her age. In addition, she always had a nice smile on her face… Mrs. Dora wanted to keep her mother smiling.And so they came to lunch and Mr. Marko had a good treat. Mrs. Dora ate only vegetable soup, salad and. One day after work, I went to the backyard and noticed the light in the basement on. I peeked in and saw my wife looking at the swing. I quietly went inside. I went down to the basement and asked her what was going on. She smirked and said she was giving the swing a look over. She tried to sit in it, but her clothing restricted her. I told her it was geared for people with less on. She took off some clothing and in her bra and g-string, she sat in it. She had a look of a k** at an amusement.