Monday, November 4, 2013

All Links Updated




Fully Owned, the third in the Jack Kariola series, now has a cover to fit the rest of the series. Typos have been fixed and the book is available on Amazon, Smashwords and Barnes and Noble as well as A1Adultebooks and, most recently, Taboo Reading. Click here for all your purchasing options!

Amazon has stores in many countries and you can also click there for access to the site specific for where you live. All links are live and ready to go, so add to your collection of Mystic Shade titles today.

What? You want an excerpt? Oh, okay... :)



Excerpt from Fully Owned
By Mystic Shade
All Rights Reserved
Chapter 1

Their package delivered safely, Jake and Len sat in a small coffeehouse watching the pretty, young barista artfully preparing drinks for the customers. Her movements were a ballet of economy, weaving among the other workers behind the counter with precision and grace. Both men watched her for professional reasons as well as for pure enjoyment.
“She’s next?”
Jake nodded, sipping his hot chocolate with an extra dash of cinnamon. “No parents, no siblings. Boyfriend sold her out.” He shook his head. “Scumbag. She’s well rid of him.”
“Have they broken up?”
Jake shook his head. “He’s planning to file a missing person’s report. When she doesn’t show in a year, he collects on insurance.”
Len shook his head at the greed so many of their clients displayed. Of course, without that greed, they’d be out of business. And the women they trained loved what they became. What woman wouldn’t? Put on a pedestal, showed off, made to feel beautiful and sexy? Some women even found love with their Masters, although that didn’t concern either of the men who sat watching. Their job was to train. After that…the slaves lived, or died, on their own wits.
Most women, he corrected himself. Some women didn’t have the temperament to become slaves. The one they’d just delivered was testament to that. You were either born submissive or born Dominant. While it was true some people could switch, the reality was that, in life, you were either one or the other.
“Take that one, for example.” Jake’s chin jutted out at the pretty woman now handing over a steaming cup to a customer and Len realized he hadn’t been paying attention to his boss.
“What about her?”
“Look at the way she drops her eyes every time a man speaks to her. Watch her body language. You can tell a lot about where they are on the spectrum by the way they interact in their everyday lives.”
Len watched as the pretty barista took the next order. The customer, older but distinguished-looking, didn’t so much as glance at her, his gaze intent on the menu hanging behind her. With quick, professional movements, she filled his request and rang up the sale. Len frowned. So far he didn’t see anything that pointed either way.
But then she handed him the drink and sure enough, her eyes dropped as he looked directly at her. She dropped her head in a tiny, submissive nod and Len grinned.
The barista waited on a woman next and Len watched to see if she did the same thing. He noted how her shoulders squared when talking with the woman, who looked her in the eye. Still maintaining a professional demeanor, he could see from here that her attitude was different. He watched her through several more customers before deciding she definitely showed submissive tendencies with both, but they were far more pronounced when dealing with men than with women.
Jake leaned a little closer. “So…tell me what you’ve been seeing.”
“She makes initial eye contact with both men and women, but treats them differently. Not obviously so, but if you’re watching…”
“Which you are. Go on.”
“She’s brusquer with women. No, that’s too harsh a word. More…distant. Shows respect, but not much more. Still drops her eyes at the end of the sale with them, though.”
“And with men?”
Len grinned as another man came up to the counter and she began her routine all over again. He dissected it for his boss.
“She looks him in the eye, then either drops the gaze immediately or watches as he breaks it. See? This guy knows what he wants, so he’s not looking at the board, he’s looking at her. So her eyes are down. Now, watch her as she makes the drink.
“There…did you see that? Still professional, still keeping her mind on the task, but the little blush? This guys a hunk and she’s responding to his obvious appeal.”
Len kept up his commentary as she turned back to her customer. “Now watch. She’ll take his money, make change and only look into his eyes once at the very end.”
Sure enough, that was exactly what the woman did. Jake looked like a proud papa. “Excellently noted, my friend. Now…why the last look up?”
Len sipped his black coffee and considered. “It’s almost as if she’s looking for some reassurance that she did a good job.”
“And so the pupil becomes the master.” Jake grinned. “If you’re finished, we’re done here.”
Jake dropped a large bill into the barista’s tip jar on their way out, giving her a wink. As expected she blushed and bowed her head, calling out after them, “Thank you, sir!” Only Jake and Len knew how soon she’d learn so say those words in a very different way.
They’d already returned the panel truck they’d used for their delivery before stopping for coffee and reconnaissance. As they drove their regular van back to the warehouse, Len brought up the slave who waited for their return.
“What do you want to do with Cloudhealer?”
“You do realize you broke a cardinal rule with her…”
“You mean buying a slave instead of selling. Yeah, I know.” Len had good reasons behind the purchase and knew he could support every one of them.
A grocery store came into view on their right and Jake pulled the van into the parking lot. “We’re out of milk,” he explained as he parked. “Will be just a minute.”
“I’ll come in. Cloudhealer gave me a list.”
“And that’s the rule you broke.”
“Letting her give me a grocery list? I thought you wanted her to take over the cooking…”
Jake shook his head and paused in the act of getting out of the van. “No, that’s not it. You allowed her her name.”
Len shut the passenger door and considered as they wove through the parked cars to the store’s entrance.
He didn’t want to admit it, but Jake was right. While he still considered the little female to be a slave, she had become a slave with a name. And that gave her a status higher than all the other slaves they’d ever trained. He pulled the list out of his pocket and noted the neat script, the items grouped together as he’d find them in the store and sighed.
“So what do we do about it?” he asked his boss as they waited in line several minutes later with their cart. He didn’t need to tell Jake what he was talking about.
Jake shrugged. “Nothing. We both think of her by her name now and that’s not going to change.” He looked at the man he was training to be an equal partner in the business, driving home one more lesson. “Just know that it does change the relationship. She’s becoming a part of our lives and selling her will be that much more difficult.”
An older woman who stood in line in front of them turned around and gave them an astonished look. Jake smiled that rakish, charming smile he had and bowed to her.
“Dog had a litter of puppies,” he explained. “We had one left and he went and named her.”
“Oh, dear. You’ll never be able to give her up now. Why I remember…”
Len chuckled as the woman went on and on about the dog she’d had as a child. Jake listened intently, prodding her with questions until she’d paid her grocery bill and left. Even the cashier got in on the conversation, asking about the breed. Len admired Jake’s ability to improvise, then realized this was all a part of the game to him. Outwardly the two of them led normal, ordinary lives. They drank coffee, did grocery shopping…all the normal errands normal people do in the course of their day. Nothing distinguished the two of them from any other two random guys. Except that, after running all these errands, most men went home to wives, girlfriends or significant others. Jake and Len went home and trained slaves.
Loading the groceries into the van didn’t take long and once back inside, they picked up the conversation as if there hadn’t been any interruption. Len squinted out the window at the bright sunlight as he reflected on Cloudhealer’s abilities.
 “I’m trying to think how she could be useful.”
“I’m thinking her medical skills could create a whole new area of training we haven’t gone into before.”
“You mean needles.”
Len shrugged. “Among other things.”
Jake considered. They’d used needle play on a limited basis before, but the women they dealt with were so new to the whole thing they rarely went very far. With Cloudhealer, it might be possible to do a demonstration-type training, as the slave obviously had lots of experience in bondage and BDSM.
“We are two people down…” Len added.
“Good point.”
The last partner hadn’t worked out well. Then Tony had died and they’d gone from a four-person operation down to just the two of them. Nabbing the brunette behind the counter was going to be tough with just the two of them. Was there a way to work Cloudhealer into the deal? And did he trust her enough?
Jake sipped his drink as he realized he did. They both did. Cloudhealer had proven several times that she could be trusted. And she certainly seemed eager enough to submit…
“All right.” He pulled into the alley that led to the warehouse’s back door. “Let’s go bring her into the fold and make plans.”



WARNING: This book does contain extreme bondage, violence and forced sex. It is not for the faint of heart!

Enjoy the darker side,
Mystic

Tuesday, July 23, 2013

Another re-release

TRAITOR SLAVE has just been re-released with a re-written ending. I always thought it finished too abruptly before, so I took some time and re-wrote the final pages, adding a little more story. While still a short novella (28,000 words), this erotic story deals with betrayal and redemption. And sexual slavery, of course!

Traitor Slave

by Mystic Shade
Excerpt
All Rights Reserved

Prologue

The woman knelt before him on the soft pillow, her head bowed in total submission. Three months in training and she’d shown herself to be one of the quickest and most graceful he’d ever had the privilege to teach. Her short hair, growing out from its initial shaving, curled around her head in tight curls to frame a pixie-like face. A face now bent towards the floor, her arms resting behind her back, her knees spread wide to show her master her offerings. Yes, indeed. This one would bring a high price at auction tomorrow.
Her trainer smiled and stood. “Good, little one. You are ready.” He took a step towards the door, pausing beside her one second too long. A fast movement and pain shot through his arm as her teeth sank in, breaking the skin. He hollered in surprise and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back.
But she didn’t let go. Her teeth sank deeper, blood spattering her face as she attempted to wrest a large chunk of skin from his arm. She gnawed like a dog, shaking her head, intending to damage him.
So docile, so obedient she’d been after the first week, he wasn’t prepared for her attack. With an oath he pushed her to the floor, wrestling to get his free hand around her throat. Instinctively he understood that trying to pry open her teeth would only get his fingers bitten off. He went for her throat instead, wrapping his hand around her slender neck. Squeezing tight, he noted the panic in her eyes as her air remained cut off. She could neither get rid of what air she’d sucked into her lungs nor pull in fresh. After several long seconds, her jaw relaxed as her eyes rolled back in her head.
Prying her teeth out of his arm, he let her fall onto the pillow, staggering up and jabbing at the intercom. The blood flowed in spurts, which meant she’d gotten an artery.
“Traitor,” he managed to croak into the intercom before he slid down along the wall, the world going dark.



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Thursday, May 23, 2013

Re-release

Over My Enslaved Body  is now available on Amazon, at Barnes & Noble and at Smashwords. It's also still available at A1AdultEbooks (its original publisher), so you can choose your format and your preferred business! The re-release has a sexy new black & white cover that is very, very erotic...

WARNING: this book contains scenes of forced sexual activity, humiliation and graphic sex. Read on for an excerpt...but only if you enjoy the shadier sides of our desires...

Over My Enslaved Body (excerpt)
Mystic Shade
All rights reserved

The pain in her head from the blinding light receded and Carol managed to open her eyelids enough to peek at the man whose voice seemed so kind as compared to the brutes who had kidnapped her. She blinked several times before he came into focus and she tried not to respond to the incredible maleness of the man who knelt before her, care in his dark eyes and his face etched with concern for her.
“Better?”
She nodded, the harsh light no longer sending darts of pain into her skull.
He leaned back on his heels, his eyes now surveying her, noting the bindings and the bruise on her cheek. She saw the color come up in his face as his fingers touched her cheekbone and she winced.
“That will be dealt with, don’t worry.”
Harshness colored his voice and Carol suddenly understood this was a man to be reckoned with. A man whose good side you wanted to stay on. A flash of anger lit his eyes for only a moment, but it gave her a glimpse of a very different sort of man under the surface. Fear coiled in her belly as she realized this man was no more her friend than the others.
As if he realized he’d let his mask slip, he smiled. “I’m Jake and I know you have questions. Let me answer as many as I can for you and then I’ll take that gag off so you can ask the rest.”
He stood, moving to a rather messy desk in the far corner, coming back with a thin folder Consulting it, he ran down his dossier on her.
“Name: Carol Walden. Age: 29, just shy of 30.” He winked at her as if they shared a joke, but Carol didn’t get it. “Occupation: owner of independent bookstore.” Looking at her again, he smiled. “I like that…’independent bookstore.’ Shows spirit and a desire to not go with corporate America.” He eyed her skirt and peasant blouse. “Suspect there’s a very independent spirit inside that body of yours.”
His look made her want to squirm again, but he was right. She did have an independent spirit and she let it flare now, holding her chin defiantly high and letting her eyes flash a warning at him that he’d best not mess with her.
He laughed outright. “Good.” He nodded and closed the folder. “Good to see. We’re going to have some fun together, I can tell.” Throwing the folder onto the large table in the center of the room, he sat beside it, one leg up, one down for balance.
“This is how it is, Carol Walden. You have a friend, one Beth Gardner, who felt you needed a change. She’s provided it, through me. I’m Jake Kariola and I run a…change business. Seems she knows of your…fantasies…and since I fulfilled one of hers a while back, she came to me to fulfill one of yours.”
Carol’s head reeled. Beth? Beth was behind all this? Beth was her best friend…her confidant. Why would she have her kidnapped? Kidnapping hadn’t ever been one of her fantasies. Was this all a mix-up?
“You’ve been sold, Carol. I bought you from Beth.”
Carol looked at him in panic. Okay, that one they’d talked about…in an esoteric sense. About being human property…bought and sold on the black market…sexual slavery…yeah. That had been a fantasy. But only a fantasy.
Jake slid off the table and towered over her, all traces of kindness now evaporated as the truth registered in Carol’s face.

“Yes, I paid good money for you.” He leaned down, his hands on the chair, fencing her in with his body, his face inches from her own. She shrank back against the cold leather seat and he followed. “You are mine now and I will do with you what I want.”

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~mystic

Monday, February 18, 2013

UNDER HIS SPELL is now available!



Davidson Advertising Agency has a secret. So does its owner. Handed down to him through two generations, Alex Davidson runs not one, but two separate companies in the building his grandfather bought.

The top two floors hold the advertising agency known world-wide for their award winning designs and beautiful artistry.

The bottom two floors hold a secret. A secret that would ruin him were it to get out...


Want more? Read on!


UNDER HIS SPELL
by Mystic Shade
All Rights Reserved


Prologue

Alex silently slid back the panel in the door that opened a tiny window into the cell beyond. Curled into a fetal ball, the remains of a once-proud, independent woman lay sobbing after her most recent use. From here he could see the cum smears on her ass cheeks from where the men had taken her tiny hole with their massive cocks – and he smiled.
Sliding the panel shut, he turned to the older woman beside him. “This one is nearly broken?”
“Very nearly, sir. She still sobs, which implies she still has resistance, despite the contract she signed. A few more sessions and she will be ready for the next step of her training.”
“Excellent, Annabel. You have done well, as always.”
“Of course I have, sir. I was trained by the best.”
Alex heard the pride in the woman’s voice and had the good sense not to smile. Hand-picked from the offerings at the very first slave auction his family ever held, the now-elderly woman had lost none of her own discipline and training. Since his father’s untimely death, “Miss Annabel” had become simply “Annabel” to him, and an invaluable asset in keeping the family’s side business going.
“Let me see the next one.”
“This way, sir. Follow me.”
The woman’s thinness might lead one to think her a frail old lady, but Alex had to smile as she led the way down the brightly lit cinder-block corridor to the next cell. Anyone fooled by her small size would have that illusion immediately dispelled by the crisp command in a voice that brooked no disobedience.
A month before his thirtieth birthday, Alex Davidson had become full owner of his family business when his father died of a heart attack while in Miss Annabel’s arms. It was a wonderful way to go and he hoped someday he might find a slave of his own who would be as dedicated as the woman beside him was to his father.
He paused before the next cell, the thick door muffling but not silencing the strident voice coming from within.
“Get me the fuck out of here. You can’t keep me chained like this. I demand to see a lawyer. Who the fuck do you all think you are?”
Alex only raised an eyebrow at Annabel who shrugged. “A new acquisition. Just came in this morning.”
Alex nodded, opening the panel to a string of vituperation. “Fuck you! Open that fucking door and let me the fuck out of here. This isn’t what I signed the fuck up for.”
“Does she know any other adjective?” Alex’s voice was deliberately calm and impersonal.
“Not that we’ve heard, sir.”
Alex chuckled at Annabel’s tone. Still, he had to ask. “And her paperwork is all in order?”
Annabel’s dry look was all the confirmation he needed. His father had always been adamant. No slave who wasn’t here willingly. Each woman had to not only sign a contract, but also sign in front of witnesses of her own choosing.
“Fuck!”
The scream from inside the chamber made Alex chuckle again. Getting past the second thoughts was always the loudest part of the training.
“No food or water until she learns how to say ‘please’.”
“Fuck you!”
Alex shut the panel with finality. He’d enjoy watching this one fall. Always far more fun to break the ones with spirit than the crybabies who were scared of their own shadows.
His father always kept three slaves in various states of training, feeling that to have too many spread the attention too thin. Alex had been running the business for a year and thought they could handle as many as five, but kept to his father’s model for now. So far, it had worked well. But times were changing and the demand had grown. He had some new ideas of his own he wanted to try and in fact, had already put some into practice with Annabel’s assistance. But there was one more cell, and one more slave-to-be to see.
“Show me the last one.”
With a smile that would have chilled a lesser man, but which said to Alex that Annabel liked the way this next one was coming, the woman walked to the end of the corridor, pausing beside the third cell. Again Alex slid open a panel to peer inside.
The slender woman inside turned at the slight sound, dropping to her knees and facing the door. He’d caught her in the act of doing a series of stretches slaves were expected to do to keep themselves limber. But now she knelt on her heels, her knees spread wide, her hands behind her head and her breasts pushed forward in offering, her eyes down in submission. There hadn’t been a moment’s hesitation in her move.
“This one will fetch a good price,” Annabel told him, and Alex saw a blush of pride come up in the woman’s cheeks.
“Excellent. You have done a marvelous job, Annabel.”
The older woman pursed her lips and only Alex understood the look for a smile.
“Thank you, sir.” She indicated the woman inside. “You have been away and have not had the opportunity to sample this one’s talents. Shall I send her to you?”
“Has she been tested?”
“Yes.”
“I take it she passed?”
“She begged at the door for entrance.”
He smiled. “Then send her to the office. I want her services worked into tomorrow’s schedule.”
Annabel nodded. “Yes, sir.”
Alex shut the panel and followed the older woman along the corridor, parting with her at the elevator to the office building above them.
“We are glad to have you back, sir.”
He paused in the elevator. “Thank you, Annabel. I am very glad to be back.”



WARNING: This novel contains scenes of hypnotism and suggestion in addition to scenes of BDSM, including whipping, flogging and bondage.

NOTE: Although this novel is set in the same world as the Jack Kariola series, Jack is only referred to. He does not make an appearance in this book.

Enjoy the darker side...
Mystic

Monday, June 25, 2012

Yours to Command now at A1Adultebooks

This short, 6000-word story has previously only been available at Amazon, Smashwords and Barnes & Noble. I'm pleased to announce, however, it is also now available through A1Adultebooks (formerly BDSMBooks)! This is the same site that sells my other works, so I'm pleased they've picked up this short story to add to their collection.

Yours to Command isn't for the naive, the pure of heart, the innocent. It's a story for the darker side of life. For those of us who enjoy a little pain with our sex. For those of us who like our tales down and dirty, filled with lust and passion and heat.

Choose your poison...erm...your website, and download your copy now.

Mystic

Monday, March 5, 2012

Fully Owned now available

The third in the Jack Kariola series, FULLY OWNED, is now available at A1AdultEbooks. This installment follows Jack and Len as they decide what to do with Cloudhealer, the slave who helped them out in TRAITOR SLAVE


Here's the blurb for FULLY OWNED:


Kariola Enterprises is an established slave-training operation, well-known for bringing excellently trained sex slaves to the twice-a-year slave auctions. Jake Kariola has a penchant for helping boyfriends and husbands get rid of the women in their lives, turning these kidnapped women into eager, obedient slaves willing to do anything for their masters. Only now, Jake and his assistant have a new problem on their hand when a rival slave trader decides he wants in on their operation.


For the next two weeks, this title will be sold at an introductory price, so get it while it's on sale. And don't forget to pick up your copy of the other two stories in this series: Over My Enslaved Body and Yours to Command.


~Mystic

Monday, February 20, 2012

Traitor Slave now available

 TRAITOR SLAVE is republished and available!


You want an excerpt? Of course! From the Prologue:




The woman knelt before him on the soft pillow, her head bowed in total submission. Three months in training and she’d shown herself to be one of the quickest and most graceful he’d ever had the privilege to teach. Her short hair, growing out from its initial shaving, curled around her head in tight curls to frame a pixie-like face. A face now bent towards the floor, her arms resting behind her back, her knees spread wide to show her master her offerings. Yes, indeed. This one would bring a high price at auction tomorrow.
Her trainer smiled and stood. “Good, little one. You are ready.” He took a step towards the door, pausing beside her one second too long. A fast movement and pain shot through his arm as her teeth sank in, breaking the skin. He hollered in surprise and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back.
But she didn’t let go. Her teeth sank deeper, blood spattering her face as she attempted to wrest a large chunk of skin from his arm. She gnawed like a dog, shaking her head, intending to damage him.
So docile, so obedient she’d been after the first week; he wasn’t prepared for her attack. With an oath he pushed her to the floor, wrestling to get his free hand around her throat. Instinctively he understood that trying to pry open her teeth would only get his fingers bitten off. He went for her throat instead, wrapping his hand around her slender neck. Squeezing tight, he noted the panic in her eyes as her air was cut off. She could neither get rid of what air she’d sucked into her lungs nor pull in fresh. After several long seconds, her jaw relaxed as her eyes rolled back in her head.
Prying her teeth out of his arm, he let her fall onto the pillow, staggering up and jabbing at the intercom. The blood flowed in spurts, which meant she’d gotten an artery.
“Traitor,” he managed to croak into the intercom before he slid down along the wall, the world going dark.






This tale of trust and betrayal is the second in the Jack Kariola series that begins with OVER MY ENSLAVED BODY (which is #8 on the Bestselling list at A1Adult Ebooks!).


So give in to your darker desires...and get your copies today.


Mystic