Susan Wilde was a lovely woman in her forties, with brown hair and brown eyes, whose sex life was a faded memory. She wondered how she’d let it get to that point and realized that it had been out of necessity. She’d been a young widow with a daughter to raise on her own, and the sexual being that she’d been had disappeared. In high school, she’d been slutty Susie Simon, the girl who could suck a young man dry. She was tec...

Susan Wilde stood in front of her full-length mirror and looked at the reflection in awe. The woman staring back was not a respectable widowed mother. With the red markings on her most intimate places staring back at her, she realized she had crossed over a major line here, into a world in which she was way over her head. But as her fingers inspected the marks left behind by the crop, she felt her body tingle with desire....

Susan arrived at Devon’s place filled with anticipation. He’d promised her a reward for being such a good girl. She giggled a little. No one had ever called her a good girl. She entered the training room, removed her long coat, and kneeled at his feet with her gaze lowered. She was completely naked and felt a mix of vulnerability and lusty need. “Look at my slut, ready for me,” Devon praised her. “You’ve come a long way i...

The day had come to select a Master for Susan. Devon pored over the information of several possibilities, trying to find any reason to disqualify them. Ronald was looking for a sub who would clean his house in addition to serving him sexually. While Devon was certain that Susan was an impeccable housekeeper, he hardly thought she’d appreciate having to clean someone else’s house as well. Mitchell was looking for weeknight...