Chapter 1 Catherine was wearing a tan gabardine skirt and jacket. She said hello and joined me, standing against the wall at the Christmas party. The partners threw a good party. Everyone had come to work without a car and would go home in paid transportation. "You look every inch the modern lawyer in those clothes. Associate slavery is not too awful?" "I...
Mason caught Toni as she slid from the couch to the floor. He heard someone come into the room and waved them away before she saw them. He held Toni against his chest as she screamed, cried and cursed at him, James and God. He didn't stop her when she began to hit him in anger, as a matter of fact he didn't even speak to her. "You fucking lied to me!" she s...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...
Author's Note: Mistress Pepper and Sophie are "anonymized" versions of me and my slave-girl. The real me. All of my stories are (or should I say will be) my memories of a session with a sub. Thus, they are true stories. Only in this version details have been changed to protect the sub. I do live in Mobile about 10 months of the year (the remaining two I spe...
Since the beginning of time (or at least the mid 1960s) the campus of Cumberland University has been divided by an intense and deeply wrought rivalry between its two main sorority houses; Sigma and Omega. Nobody quite remembers what incident sparked the conflict, and in the 2010s nobody really cared, all that mattered was that the rivalry existed, and at som...
At first my mind couldn't understand why my arms didn't work. It tried to pull them to my face to wipe the strange sleep from my eyes, but inexplicably they wouldn't move. My legs wouldn't work either, but my mind was beyond sorting out why. Normally when I wake up it only takes a few seconds, but this time, it seemed to drag on for minutes, or was it hours?...
My mind was empty as I lay in the sand, relaxing and absorbing the brilliant sunlight. My body was still a bit wet with seawater from a dip into the ocean, and my muscles still ached from the activities of last night and this morning. I loved going to the beach. The sun, the surf, the sand, the people – it was all so much more alive than winter could ever be...
The chronological order of my stories is as follows: Todd & Melina series, Interludes 1-5, Sperm Wars series, Russian Roulette series, Case of the Murdered Lovers series, Case of the Murdered Chessplayer series, The Swap series, Interludes 6-10, The Murdered Football Player Series, Case of the Black Widow series, Teresa's Christmas Story, Case of the Black...
You might be wondering how a dead man can tell a tale. If you actually were wondering this, you should know that you could be going crazy. Everyone knows 'Dead men tell no tales'. So does that mean I survived? Of course not; no human can possibly survive the destruction of an entire region. Did anyone survive where the bombs went off in Hiroshima or Nagasaki...
Big thanks to my editor who has been nothing, but kind and patient with me. Life has been pretty hectic, but not enough to stop from writing. And a big thanks you my fans who have been nothing but patient and supportive. Thank you for all the messages and love. Enjoy. ***** Sophie covered her hand over her belly as the goddess walks towards while she sto...