Over the next several weeks, Max and Brenda followed a similar routine. On Mondays and Wednesdays, when her children were at school and her husband at work, Brenda would put on a skimpy, sleeveless dress with high heels, tie her long blonde hair in a pony tail, and paint her face with lots of makeup and lipstick. Max told her he liked his suburban white wive...
The Auction Block It is with great fondness and clarity that I recall the thrill of standing naked upon the auction block with my arms and legs bound in chains, as Black hands worked over my body in particular grabbing my ass and fondling my cock and balls. My collar was chained to my wife's collar, and I watched through the corners of my eyes as she too wa...
Reparations For most white people, their knee-jerk, conditioned response at the mere mention of the word reparations is to scream, "My family never owned any slaves. I'm not paying any reparations! You Blacks need to just get over it, slavery was in the past, let it go for Christ's sake." For Steven Miller, Steven to most, his perceptions were completely op...
(Magdelyn K. Bordeaux) 01/03/2017 "Welcome. Welcome. If everyone will just settle down and find a seat. Find a seat. Thank you. For those who don't know me, I am Anita Seamen, President of SFLRC. I'd like to thank everyone who make it out tonight. It's a very large turn out. The Society for Female Led Relationships and Cuckoldry is celebrating five years a...
Brooke was a quintessential southern belle. Her father owned a textile factory, and growing up, she rode horses on the family ranch and participated in pageants. She'd been a competitive cheerleader in high school, had won prom queen, and was now a member of one of the most popular sororities at her southern state university. Little did Brooke know that a ha...
In the Beginning Long before the time of your grandparents, or their grandparents, even before the eight provinces, a small group of nine Families made their way over the towering mountains and beheld a new and unexplored land. It was abundant with forests and rivers and wildlife, and seemed to go on forever – at least, the scouts who went out reported that...
NOTE: All characters in this story are 18 or over. It also contains themes of dubious consent and interracial relationships set in a reality just a little different than ours. It will also include themes of breeding, DD/lg roleplay, and female submission to a Male Dominant. Some readers may find aspects the story offensive. If this applies, please feel free...
My name is Amy and I grew up in the deep south. My daddy owns a large ranch that raises cattle, horses, corn and milo. The ranch has been in the family since 1802. In the early years, it was known as a plantation, although, since the end of the Civil War, it has been called a ranch. The ranch was first worked by slaves, in the early years and after the Civil...
I've felt for a long time now that I should give my perspective on the events and theories that have developed surrounding my wife Diane and our marriage. First of all, as her husband, I take absolutely no credit for her professional work, and won't attempt to add to it. As a PhD, her academic research is hers and hers alone, no matter if I drink Black men's...
Authors Note: This is another FICTIONAL story. All characters in the story are FICTIONALwith the exception of my wife and I. All of the actions and conversations in this story are FICTIONAL. ***** Several weeks had passed since Marcus' birthday at the Honey Pot lounge and the usual restless feelings were starting to build inside of me. I decided that I wan...