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I shuddered at the sight of all that accumulated pain. Our lives changed when Marcy, my new Domme, took the key to my chastity belt away from my boyfriend. Now she wants to take me to the Discipline Floor. I never asked what went on down there, but I know enough about it to understand what discipline means - whips, floggers, riding crops, and canes.

My wife Natalie's body count blew me away when she finally gave me her number. And I thought I was a wanton libertine! But it makes sense, given how beautiful she is. I still can't believe she married me. Even more unbelievable is my preoccupation with things too weird for words. And her tolerance of my weirdness. Tolerance? Hell, she's all in.

After a full year in chastity, where my boyfriend Deke kept me locked in a steel chastity belt virtually 24/7, I got a new assignment from my editor. She was the reason I went to CLUB-sub in the first place and now she wants me to go back. I've been visiting the Club at least three times a week for months, but I always visit the tenth floor, the Chastity Floor. Now Eleanor wanted me to go to the ninth floor, the Bondage Floor. I knew Deke would be just as enthusiastic about my new assignment as he had been about my first one. If anything, I'm surprised it took so long for it to happen.

I didn't know what to expect when my editor ordered me to do a story about CLUB-sub. My boyfriend was all for it. But I never thought of myself as submissive, and I didn't get chastity belts. Why would anyone do that to themselves? Why indeed.

My wife Sloane is trying to motivate me. I know she means well but I wish she'd stop. Or try something a little more conventional. But conventional is not what she does. Never has, never will. For better and for worse. Until death do us part.

When Marqel, my bull, invited me to dinner to meet his business partner, I wondered what he wasn’t telling me. Marqel is big in the financial industry here in Charlotte and I couldn’t imagine his motivation. But once I met Calvin, his partner, I didn’t care. As the saying goes, that man can have his way with me. Little did I know how prophetic those words would turn out to be.

When my first bull lost me to another bull, I was fine with it. I needed a change. But the unintended consequences of that change were big. Really big. My husband refused to go along with the change. Now I’m trying to get him back to where I need him to be. All while adjusting to my new bull’s demands. Demands I never saw coming. Demands that rock my world.

I can’t say for sure that I adopted my rescue dog so I had an excuse to see Bettie at the dog park again. But if I’m being honest with you, or myself, that was definitely part of the reason I did. So when I ran into her after just a week of trekking uptown to our old haunt with my new mutt, I was thrilled to see her again. Even better, she seemed happy to see me, too.

My husband wanted me to sleep with a black man. My bull wanted me to sleep with other black men. I did what they wanted with no complaints. I may not be complaining, but when do I get to do something just for myself?

I took to the club Marlon introduced me to like a duck takes to water. And everything that went on there. Everything. Too soon though, it wasn’t enough. So we moved on to bigger and better things. The biggest and the best things.

My name is Fiona and this is the story of how my husband turned me into a BBC slut. Now I know what you’re thinking and no, I don’t mean a Big Black Cock slut, although that’s sort of true, too. What I’m talking about is the Black Bull Club. It’s a secret club of black men who act as bulls for hot wives and their cuckolds. I am a hotwife. My husband Mason is a cuckold. Lamar is my bull. This is my story.

When I met Oakley, I was a newly-promoted detective, the youngest in LAPD history. She was a rookie cop, stuck impersonating a hooker to catch johns for the Vice Squad. I had to admit, she looked good in her role. Too good. So I asked her out, liked what I learned about her and wound up marrying her. To the surprise of everyone who knew us. But only I knew the truth about her. Until she turned the tables on me.

Grace’s life in the Anderson household is predictable and painful but not without merit. She is one of five slaves owned and stabled on the beautiful, sprawling estate. She’s well-fed, housed, even allowed to be intimate with other slaves. But she knows her best friend is nearby. She saw her on the street.

After almost six months as a very active member of the White Hot Wives Club, I noticed something was missing. Although hundreds of men belonged to the club and dozens wanted to be with me, all of them were white. I’ve never been with a black man before but the Club had so changed my attitude toward sex that I’m ready for anything.

The Newbie “I was too nervous to sit still but too desperate to leave.” I wasn’t miserable in my ten-year marriage but I wasn’t exactly happy, either. When I confided as much to my neighbor, I discovered a secret that rocked my world. Some of my best friends were members of the secret White Hot Wives Club and had been for years without telling me. But now that I knew, I was determined to take full advantage of all the perks that came with membership, including the effect it might have on my husband.

My life has changed so much since I joined the White Hot Wives Club. My husband is so much more attentive to my needs and I’m having more fun than ever with so many different men from such different walks of life. Until even that’s not enough.

“I was too nervous to sit still but too desperate to leave.” I wasn’t miserable in my ten-year marriage but I wasn’t exactly happy, either. When I confided as much to my neighbor, I discovered a secret that rocked my world. Some of my best friends were members of the secret White Hot Wives Club and had been for years without telling me. But now that I knew, I was determined to take full advantage of all the perks that came with membership, including the effect it might have on my husband.

I couldn’t believe my good luck when Marlon moved in with Garrett and me. I love my husband but having a boyfriend is so wonderful, too. One who gets me in a way my husband doesn’t. One who gives me what I need. And even more.

Grace has been with almost every member of the Athens Club before her debut is complete. And she proves to be one of the most requested slaves of the dozens they own. But the club’s goal is not to own her for too long. Its goal is to sell her to the highest bidder. Of which there are, not surprisingly, many. But only one will succeed.

Grace has been delivered to the Athens Club, an exclusive group of rich men in Georgia. Men who take a special delight in owning and training girls from up North. Girls who have no experience with the slave industry. Girls like Grace, who is new to all this. But not for long.