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...
Preface: Hello my friends, today is May 19, I tell you this because I just got out of the hospital again. It seems every time I start writing, another one of these mini-strokes hits me. I am tired of playing the game of home, hospital, home and hospital again. There is only one option left open to me at this point and that, I am sorry to inform you is to hav...
"Shelby." I looked up to see Ana, my administrative assistant, entering my office. "They're all in the executive conference room. The committees have just begun the swearing in." "Thank you, I'm right behind you," I said, trying to find my heels underneath the desk. I slipped them on, stood while adjusting my skirt, grabbed my laptop, and walked out of my o...
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...
The following story is the original conclusion to The Story of a Button. At this point, I have yet to read any alternative conclusions to TSOAB due to an unexpected and unscheduled trip to the operating theatre. Painful and expensive and that was merely the bill. The epilogue has been "softened" upon the advice of beta readers and upon reflection that Rita i...
Pt. 5 – In Keiji's room; love and choice. "Keiji, wait," I said, stopping in my tracks just outside the train station. I wasn't sure if it was nerves or "morning" sickness (which is conveniently available at any time of day for all of your vomiting needs), but I felt like I was going to toss my cookies. Keiji had gained a few steps on me as he headed towa...
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...
"Mommy, can we get out of the car and play?" Abigail looked back at the children in the back; her daughter Autumn was giving her the puppy eye look. Fitting, she thought, for a young girl who was in the process of becoming a werewolf. She was still wearing the soft cast on her arm from where it had been broken the previous night while running around in the...
Toni grinned as James tried to change the diaper of a squirming baby. Jamie was six months old and a very happy baby who smiled easily but was very busy. They were coming to the end of their time off and were reluctant to go back to work. For the past two months they had been interviewing sitters and not caring for any of them including some of the ones reco...