Master Book Academy Novels & Stories

Master said, "my friend told me you might be feeling a little uncomfortable after dancing with a naked slave girl for an hour. I don't want you to suffer needlessly. Before you start your next lesson, why don't you let my slave relieve you." "Huh?" He didn't know what to make of Master's statement. I knew what Master wanted. "My Master wants you to know that I can suck your cock and give you a release before my lesson starts." He looked at me like I'd somehow misplaced my marbles, then looked at Master as if he expected him to jump in and tell him he'd misheard me. "My slave is right. You may get a blow job now. You may want to remove your clothes, in fact. I'd expect you'll get another erec

Kronos flipped through a few pages of notes, a frown slowly spreading across his face. “ Dust and cinders!” He swore. “ So much of this information is wrong! Who is your instructor?!” ” Master Midas,” Icarus answered. Kronos rolled his eyes and grumbled. “ How that brainless lizard became a Schola Master will forever baffle me. You'll never graduate with him as your teacher.” He shook his head and flipped the journal to a blank page, sitting next to Icarus on the bench. He grabbed the quill that had been sitting next to the journal and dipped it in the jar of ink Icarus provided.

"No, not at all. Never occurred to me. After all, I'm not exactly a teenager.... Ah, yes.... Got it… It was an e-mail that came in, caught my eye." That rascally chuckle again. "You mean like one of those that offers to.... extend you?" It cracks me up. Laughing, "Yes. Just like one of those. Except that this one offered to provide...." Oh, God.... It wasn't like that at all.... "Master?" "I'm sorry, Charlotte. The enormity of what I did… It's still coming home to me." She wheedles her way under my arm. "Master, It's alright. We're fine now.... aren't we?"

It was all real. Then Madame Beatrice handed me another document. "This is confirmation from Hilton Academy." I accepted it. Confused. Then I read the contents. My eyes widened all over again. The academy had already received payment for my tuition. Fully paid. For the entire academic year. I reread the document. Then read it again. Just to make sure I wasn't imagining things. Fully paid. The words blurred slightly as tears filled my eyes. For the past twenty-four hours, I had been carrying so much fear.

"While others are just to serve some purpose." "All my slaves have tasted my cock one way or the other," Damon bragged. "And I have over fifty of them. They are strictly for pleasure and punishment." There was a time when I fucked and flogged my slaves as the same time. It used to be an heightened form of ecstacy. "What is the decision?" I cut in. They all went with Maureen. "What is this show of gratitude?" I asked. "Make him a favorite," Damon said. "I don't keep favorites," I said.

“In my case, I feel like I’m the one being mastered.” “Then…” Joghsec drawls the ‘n’ sound, prompting me to look at him again. He has a sparkle in his eyes as he says, “…put a leash on the master?” I smile. Somehow, his words axed down the rock that rose in my head, a serenity I hadn’t felt in a long while claiming me. I can even visualize the clear line between now and the previous livid state I found myself in. “I’ve never felt this good in a long time,” I whisper. Cold air brushes my face, and I blink as stray strands rest on my lashes.

KELANI POV Today was my official class day. After the cafeteria incident yesterday, Riley took me on a tour of the school. Despite her promise to continue over the weekend, I doubted it would happen, given my busy weekends filled with activities. However, I thought I could learn about the school surroundings on my own while going about my day. But then, that would only be possible if I didn't get lost on my first trial. Headmaster Kendrick had taken it upon himself to tutor me in things I needed to know. The first time I received my schedule, my weekends were free, but he sent me a revised one this morning. He also referred to himself as my tutor, a role I didn't mind.

Eliana POV "Good morning all, Professor Harris is running a bit late due to a personal emergency, so he asked me to fill in for this introduction lecture," he looked so calm and collected as he stood addressing us all, as if he'd done this a thousand times. "Welcome to Economics and Management 302, where you will learn about… well, economics and management." He paused as there was some chuckling at his awful attempt at a joke. "My name is Nathan Campbell, and I'm Professor Harris' personal slave until my PHD is completed. So you may see me around now and then."

And Fantasy was His masterpiece. Invitation-only and wrapped in secrecy, the club existed beneath layers of silence and reputation. No websites advertised it openly. No public guest lists existed. Access came only through whispered recommendations, careful vetting, and the rare blessing of an invitation personally approved by The Master Himself. Inside, however, Fantasy became something entirely different from its modest exterior. It breathed.

Every orientation for the new students carried the same thread, preparation for the auction. The word carried weight. It rolled from tongue to tongue with ease, but no one seemed willing to explain it outright. Bryce heard fragments: a test, a display, a tradition, and all the four masters and their council members were attending. This was part of the aunction news that scared the hell out of bryce. All masters were attending? Does that mean Master Derick would be present? But the news was always vague, leaving Bryce with a heavy sprit. Even Khalifa wouldn't tell what that day meant. He kept his questions to himself then, but the uncertainty ate at him in the quiet moments.