When Grace gets invited to an ‘experience’ south of the Mason-Dixon line, she’s more than a bit skeptical. She’s never visited the Confederate States of America in her life. But when her best friend talks her into going, she gets cautiously excited. It’s supposed to be a fun, enlightening experience, the likes of which she’s never contemplated.

Destiny has spent six months looking for her best friend in the New Confederacy. The friend she unwittingly trapped in their system of human bondage. But as soon as she found her friend, it all went south for her. Now she finds herself trapped in the same system. One she now knows all too well.

“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.

When my wife’s new BFF talked her into trying her hand at writing erotica, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. As long as I could convince Allie to write about my favorite kind of smut - hotwives and their cuckolds. Which, miraculously, I managed to pull off.

A sex slave. For most the thought is one of horror. The degradation, the humiliation and desperation. To use another to satiate your own kinky sexual needs. You are the Master in total control of their mind and body, of their will. To command them and they obey. Naked. On their knees. Sprawled face down. Tied up. Gagged. Any way you desire them. Their body ready and compliant. They are yours. A sex slave. Be honest. Haven’t you ever dreamed of having one?