The Mastery Manual Novels & Stories

“The Master and you – watch how you talk about him. He’s the one who delivered us back to the surface and organised the humans into the sectors so we have room to grow and thrive.” I repeat the line I’ve heard all my life: the collector doesn’t say anything; he knows what I’m capable of so I know he won’t say anything bad about where I’ve come from. Most people picture the Master as someone who lords his power over everyone but all he really wants is order and for mankind to thrive once again. Of course he’s firm; the world is in disarray and everyone seems content to booze and whore their way through life. The master built the Academy to save the young girls left out in the dark and he make

This book might be the key to mastering my gifts, to unlocking the secrets of my magic and understanding my past. I spent hours in that quiet sanctuary, pouring over the pages of "Mastery of Magic." I took careful notes, practicing each technique as described. With every new lesson, I felt my powers grow a little stronger, a little more under my control. I knew that the journey ahead would be long, and that I still had much to learn. Yet, for the first time in weeks, hope shone through my doubts. Perhaps I could master my gifts, unravel the mystery of the Capris Coven, and finally take control of my destiny.

Master was a perfectionist in everything he did even down to the mode of torture he uses when somebody annoy him too much to warrant a slow death. Every recruit of the resistance watched Master's means of torture as an indoctrination ceremony so that they will know that will happen to them if they decide to betray the resistance. The kidnapper had watched someone who displeased the Master got dragged into the compound half-dead by the guard which was always with the Master's best friend who was a female.

The smile didn’t mock me. It promised--- more! “Is there anything you need, Master?” I blinked, confused… “M-Master?!” I echoed, the question jarring in my mind. Master?! What the hell did he mean by that? This was the second time he’d said that, but I was no closer to understanding what it meant. What the pact between us meant… And for some reason, I couldn’t find the words to ask about it… “What--- what do you---?” I began asking, but before I could, he stood, unfolding to his full, towering height before me. With a simple swipe of his hand, the hood fell away, revealing his thick black hair---

"You are mine, forever MINE. Your heart and body belongs only to Me." She found herself getting turned on by his Possessive words. "Yes, I belong to you and only to you, Master." Turning her around to face him, his hands holding her hips. "Always remember that, now go down on your knees and worship my di.ck," "Make me, Master."

"Master... Please... Master... Stop..." I struggle to try to get my feet to grip the bed. The Master has never scared me like this before, even with his punishments and some of his punishments are scary but never he himself. The Master quickly leans forward, pushing my hands off of his chest and out of the way so he can grab my hips once more, pulling them more into him. I whimper again and start to sob, "Please, Master... No Stop... MASTER!... PLEASE STOP!..."

I didn't let her get used to it, but she knew I wasn't joking around. "When your Master fucks you, his cock will remain as clean and unspoiled as my tongue was. I promise I was not tasting any shit, or I would have lost my supper. When he pulls out of your ass, all it will have on it is his cum and some mucus, which is also present in your nose, mouth, throat, lungs, and cunt in addition to your ass. It helps protect the skin from foreign agents by lubricating it, which essentially means it's not any different than cleaning his cock after he's cum in your cunt. You need to overcome the nausea you might feel because of where it's just been, because it doesn't matter. You will suck his cock af

Becoming the Master of the Bright Light Academy seemed like a daunting task, and I couldn't fathom why the system had chosen such a quest for me. Seeking clarity, I turned to Albert for insight. "Albert, who currently serves as the master of the Bright Light Academy?" I inquired. Albert's response was sobering. "Master Bowan holds that title. He's at the Early Master stage of Cultivation, but his methods are notorious for their cruelty. He's known to resort to torture if his students fail to meet his demands."

It was so intoxicating that I nearly sucked them all. The taste is indescribable— it was sweet divine nectar beyond humans can ever comprehend; it's addictive and pleasurable and I'm craving more. I can hear the scream of the man slowly fading away; I can also feel the hissing of his body until he gradually gets heavier, saka ko lamang siya binitawan nang maramdaman kong napawi na ang uhaw na nararamdaman ko. I feel like I didn't drink much for years. I licked the sides of my lips as I gazed at the man—a dead man lying in front of me with his eyes wide open.

“I know you want the Master. It’s obvious how your body can not even keep its desires away. But newsflash, sweetheart… because in two weeks, you will be just as useless as every one of us. When he sticks himself into your hole, he will never come back to you.” Her smile stretched with venom. “Maybe you don’t know, but no lady has ever been to Master’s bed twice. And you… you will just be the same as every one of us.” For a moment, Jasmine paused—unmoving. She stared at her, blank, not even blinking. A quiet thought flickered through her mind: was this psycho always this chaotic, or was her presence driving her mad? Unexpectedly, Jasmine moved forward, slowly and confidently, closing the spac