The Mastery Manual Novels & Stories

After some thought, he pulled out an ancient book. As soon as he took it out, his disciples behind him spoke anxiously. "Master, this isn't appropriate." "Master, please reconsider." "What's the matter? Do I need to explain my actions to you?" Wilcox's slight anger silenced his disciples immediately. "Wilcox is being generous by giving your sister the Sword Sect's sword manual just like that," Blake remarked. He was also astonished at seeing the book. Only Chase was clueless about what was happening. "This is the Supreme Manual of the Esoteric Sword Sect. Possessing this manual is akin to being the next sect master of the Sword Sect!" Blake noticed Chase's confusion and explained it to him.

Instead, curiosity — and something hotter, more shameful — rooted me in place. “Show me,” I whispered. Elias led me to a large oak reading table in the center of the main chamber. He selected a slim, leather-bound volume from the nearest shelf. Gold lettering read *Dominance: A Primer*. “First lesson,” he said, opening the book. “Read the opening passage aloud. Do not stop, no matter what I do.” My hands trembled as I took the book. The words glowed faintly as I began: “‘She stood before her master, wrists bound by silk, heart racing as he approached…’”

Denn probed by asking, “Are you… looking for his belongings? My men have collected the items on him and kept them in the storeroom.” Kayson perked up and urged, “Take me there!” Not daring to stall, Mr. Denn took Kayson to the storeroom. Kayson quickly opened Master Rondo’s boxed belongings and saw the manual, Astral Porphura Meditation. Delight flooded Kayson’s features. This was it! He picked it up to browse it. Yes, this was the soul-practicing manual. He was in glee as his darksoul practice would improve faster with this manual.

#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.

"Success is when you maintain containment while sleeping. While fighting. While experiencing extreme emotion or physical trauma. Until then, you just know how to build walls temporarily." "How long until it becomes automatic?" "For you? Probably weeks. You have strong will. Good focus. Natural talent for internal control." She paused. "But talent only speeds process. Does not eliminate need for repetition. You will do this ritual six times daily. Every day. Until I am satisfied you can maintain containment unconsciously." "That sounds miserable." "That sounds like the price of freedom." She stood. "Misery is temporary. Exile is permanent if you do not master this. Choose which you prefer."

But powerful. He raises his hand, and energy flows from his mark into his palm. Controlled. Precise. Beautiful. "This is what mastery looks like," he says. "Not raw power. Refined power." "How do I learn that?" "Practice. Meditation. And accepting that you can't do it alone." He disperses the energy. "You need to stop trying to be invulnerable. Stop trying to carry everything yourself. That's what's making you unstable." His words hit harder than they should.

Three. ... Three-thirty... Three-thirty-one... Three-thirty-two... And my body squeezes inside... The pain shimmers down, my muscles spasming... And I cry out. Remember the lessons... Breathe... In through the nose... Out through the mouth... In... Out... My abdomen convulses... And I scream... The red light is suddenly joined by another, blinking green. Master... Michael... You were supposed to be here... Oh, God... Help me...

“Observe. Learn. Integrate. Your instincts are not wild things to tame, they are weapons to refine.” The master’s lessons began simply. Stances, punches and kicks. Movements that appeared basic until I realized how much focus they demanded. Every breath had to be deliberate, every strike rooted in balance, every motion flowing like water. The master circled me silently, his touch firm and unyielding whenever my form faltered. My wolf bristled under such restraint. I could feel the urge to break form, to leap, to exert raw force, but I did not. I swallowed the impatience, letting the tension shape me. Control, I reminded myself, amplifies power.

"FUCK ME HARDER, DOMINIC! DESTROY ME!" The pleasure was a monster. It was a giant wave of fire that was burning me from the inside out. I felt my internal muscles clenching around him like a thousand tiny hands. I was shaking. I was seeing stars. I was losing my mind in the Master Study. "I'M CLOSE!" I sobbed, my voice cracking. "I'M COMING FOR THE MASTER!" Dominic didn't slow down. He wanted to leave his mark on the room and on me. He gave three more massive, bottoming thrusts that felt like they reached my throat. I felt my world explode into a billion pieces of white light.

He fondled me while humping in and out of my wet pussy. “Damn it, so wet, Miss Reina, I am your master!” He screamed. I nodded at him. “Um, yeah! My boss! My Master Cullen!” I screamed so hard and followed our moans. “Ugh, ahhh, ahhhh, ohhh, ahhh, ugh, ahhhhh, ahhhhh!” I was screaming due to pleasure. Suddenly Cullen Lee stopped from thrusting. “Why? Why are you stopping? Fuck me to death, Master!” I demanded. I do not want this to stop.