Self Mastery Book Novels & Stories

He cried, "Harper, what will it take for you to forgive me? Haven't I been punished enough? I've lost everything. Why won't you come back to me?" His pathetic display was laughable. As I recalled everything he did to me, I felt no guilt, only relief. "No, it's not enough. A hypocrite like you belongs in jail where you can't hurt anyone else," I replied, letting out my resentment. Caleb froze, his head down and hands falling limply. Just as I thought he was finally giving up, he slammed me against the wall, his face twisted with madness. "No! No! You're mine—everything about you belongs to me! You can't leave me!" Caleb screamed, his hands crushing my throat.

Armando introduced himself. Armando extended his right hand for a handshake, and Sofia confidently met it. “Paloma Sofia Santos, at your service,” Sofia replied with a smile. Sofia proudly introduced herself to Armando Quinto and graciously accepted his handshake. She didn’t forget to introduce her boyfriend, Amir, to the Quinto couple. “Why don’t we all sit together? It’ll be nice to share a meal and chat,” Larissa suggested warmly. “Sure, Mom. I’d love to share with you how my pregnancy is going,” Cassia replied cheerfully.

"Because I have no use for it. The crutches are enough" "So fucking use them" "Don't snap at me. I might wake up tomorrow and decide to ruin your life all over again." "You do realize your threats mean nothing to me. Right? I'm not scared of you, Natalia" "If you don't want to lose, never underestimate your opponent. You never what someone is truly capable of"

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"Exactly. Can I help it if I like all of my holes be filled as often and completely as they can?" "Apparently not," Master said. "Just remember, Master. You will always be my preferred filler. I'm happy you're willing to share, but you'll always be number one in my cunt." Everyone laughed. "I don't think it's possible to be any happier than I am, Master. You were the one who started me on this journey. I was a normal housewife who just happened to read kinky books. You decided to see what turning fantasies into reality would be like." I waved my hands up and down my body. "This is what it looks like. It looks like me; a needy slave slut, Grade A prime meat."

I even found the karma sutra amongst what I can only classify as the ‘self help’ section, opening it and then quickly closing it in case Enzo or his mother entered the room. A large book at the end of the shelf entitled “The Power and Responsibility of Men” caught my eye. It seemed to be more weathered than the rest of the books, but I didn't get why. “Who would be drawn to a book like that?” I asked myself, pulling it from the shelf.

#RULE 10: I WILL CONTINUALLY PUSH MYSELF TO THE LIMITS OF ENDURANCE AND PAIN, SEEKING MY MASTER’S PLEASURE AND PERMISSION TO GO FURTHER. The moment I stepped into the playroom, my heart raced with anticipation. The dimly lit room was filled with the familiar scent of leather and arousal, and my Master was waiting for me, dressed in his black leather attire.

She whispered in my ear with hot air I could feel, ugh fuck damn it, her lips so close to my ear that I felt her warm breath. I was so turned on that I had nearly lost the powers of thinking and speech. Reina's every gentle stroke sent a wave of pleasure from my hard as rock big dick all through my body. I barely managed to say, in a hoarse whisper, "Like this, Miss Reina, this was just my imagination before, but it is now happening. All of our sexual intercourses, I think I manifested them.” I truthfully shared to her. "Master, I can tell how much you love it. What else do you imagine?" She kept on asking me, making me turned on and wanting more of her.

He whispered. "Controlla te stesso e questa dannata sensazione. È solo una fottuta amante. Solo un'amante nient'altro!" He mumbled to himself nodding in his head. (-Control yourself and this damn feeling. She's just a fucking mistress. Just a mistress nothing else!) He made his mind. He wouldn't be bothered by whatever she does anymore. She can do the fuck she wants he wouldn't give two fucks about it like he was unbothered by his previous mistresses.

Master said. "Yes, Master." His hand came down. Smack. I felt the warmth start under his hand and slowly spread. I counted. Smack, another on the other side. Smack; evenly paced warmth spreading out from the points of contact, approaching my already heated cunt. Smack, smack, smack, counting each time, my bottom glowing, becoming redder with each swat of my Master's hand. Smack, ensuring his slave remained the obedient slut he wanted. Smack, smack, smack. I'm still counting, mindless. The actual number irrelevant; I'd keep counting as long as he kept swatting. I felt the tension rising, the wave starting to roll in, to crest.