Masoch's Domain

By Severin Rossetti

Mira finds herself sucked into a new reality at the mercy of Master Masoch, doing his bidding, suffering his "punishments" and pleasures. She cannot find her way out.
Master Masoch has complete control of his domain. He is the true master and everyone does his bidding. He picks new "pets" and discards them at his pleasure and punishes at will. He has complete confidence in his power until his newest pet is stolen away by a trusted associate. Remember that "where you belong is a state of mind rather than a location in time or space."
"Severin Rossetti has written a psychological thriller ala the Twilight Zone with Masoch's Domain. His characters are sucked into a fantasy that is real, but is not, but is. He leaves you wondering if your computer and chat rooms are truly 'safe' areas or portals into another dimension. This is not a happily-ever-after romance, but an erotic fantasy thriller. Masoch's karma comes back on him in a big way in this one, so step into this fantasy if you dare and listen for that do do do do, do do do do."--Euro Reviews

• Language: English
• Publisher: Piblokto Books
• Release date: Nov 11, 2012
• ISBN: 9781301701193

Severin Rossetti

Severin Rossetti was a teacher of fine art, but now works in a Liverpool museum/gallery, less money but a lot less stress. At the same time that he turned from teaching fine art, he also turned from its practice -have you seen the crap that passes for fine art these days?!?- to concentrate on writing. After many rejection slips he finally had some encouragement. 'Interesting,' said one editor, 'but it lacks passion. Spice it up a bit.' Which he did, only to be told 'wow!'... 'well!'... 'spiced up, yes, but we can't possibly publish this!' Fortunately, others could, with the result that his erotic stories have been published in the UK and the USA in various magazines and anthologies. Novels and short story collections have also been published in the US by Renaissance Ebooks.com. If the erotic genre is not your thing, however, please note that also available on Smashwords are more 'serious' works, some for sale but many for free. Strange, though, that the erotic genre is proving the most popular, and especially the free ones. So... a cry from the heart... feel free to try the free ones but PLEASE, also, splash out a dollar or two if you can afford it! And if you want to know any more, please contact the author at [e-mail]

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MASOCH'S DOMAIN

Published by Severin Rossetti at Smashwords

Copyright 2012 Severin Rossetti

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CHAPTER ONE

The first time Mira went into the chat room was a polyphonic confusion of accents and fonts, a head-splitting blur of conversation in a dazzle of colors. She formed this impression of people sitting in a circle, at a table or squatting on the floor, in an otherwise bleak box of a space. Everyone was speaking at once in a babble of voices, and there was no sense to be found, no rhyme nor reason, no cogent plot.

An author could have given a typographic impression of the babble, but that would only have left the reader with a migraine, as it did Mira after that first visit. She logged off wondering if she would ever return.

But return she did, a time or two more, always the silent observer, after which she began to notice voices which became distinct among the general hubbub.

Who's your daddy? Kilo asked, and people laughed.

Who's your momma, Kilo? Wizzy responded, and the laughter spread as the joke-its meaning lost on Mira-was shared.

More amusement, others joining in now, but always the mirth suggested by abbreviations, acronyms…. LOL, ROFL, LMAO!

Mira learned to interpret quickly, after the embarrassment of her first contribution to the room's chat, when she thought that someone might be offering ‘loads of love’.

No, Mira! Lots of laughs! Wizzy corrected her.

Or lots of licks? Tam suggested. PMSL!

It was the first time anyone had spoken to her, other than to say hello, and Mira smiled to herself, said, Ta for that Wizzy!

No probs, hun! And take no notice of that tit Tam!

And always after that, Mira would complete their lazy abbreviations in her mind, instinctively understanding when one person was ‘pissing myself laughing’ or another was ‘laughing my ass off’.

With her understanding of the moods and manners of the room, and of the people who regularly went there, she slowly came to give the place a comfortable reality. No longer was it a bleak space where people shouted or ranted, but a homely area where people conversed and confided. Now, when she entered, she saw the forty or so people dispersed, split into smaller groups rather than gathered like executives at a corporate meeting. There was carpeting on the floor, pictures on the wall, windows to gaze through, and music playing softly in the background. In a corner there might be two people sharing a common problem, or simply becoming acquainted; in another a small group offering advice to a mutual friend, larger groups exchanging music or photographs; and inevitably one central gathering who did nothing but laugh, batting jokes and innuendos back and forth like a shuttlecock, which never touched the ground.

People would sprawl, lounge, sit attentively or sulk morosely, but always there would be someone to say hello to her.

And always, inevitably, there would be the weird one.

*

She awoke in the early hours, having slept no more than a couple of them. She had been chatting until just after midnight, and still her mind was racing. She slipped from the bed, pulled on jeans and a blouse and stepped over to the computer, bringing the screen to life with no more than a touch of the mouse. The machine was rarely switched off these days and within a minute she had logged on and was entering the room.

Morning! Evening! Whichever it is to you, I bid you greetings! she said, and giggled to herself, noting that as her manner had become more relaxed, so her language had become more florid.

There were greetings returned and she acknowledged each, put a face to many, or at least a character. She had photographs of a lot of the people from the room, and these helped her to visualize them, but were by no means necessary. At first, she had imagined them, but now she actually saw them; it was a real room she entered and real people she met.

Greetings exchanged, she settled back a moment to regard the room, the people, take note of one or two conversations. Then she excused herself while she went to make a coffee, feeling eyes follow her as she left, so real had the room become to her.

Welcome back, Mira! said Wizzy, when she returned.

WB, Mira! said another.

Where's my coffee? asked a third.

It was like a cloud had covered the moon when you left, Mira, but now the glittering starlight has returned!

Huh? said Mira with a chuckle.

The moon, Mira. You are the Luna which adds lunacy to men's lives.

She did not know the name, Master Masoch, but in her mind she saw him; tall, dark, hooded brows above piercing eyes.

You know me so well, even though we've only just met? she asked.

I don't believe any man could ever truly know you, Master Masoch replied. But what a journey of exploration it would be to try.

Pass me a bucket someone! a voice groaned.

Piss off, Tam! said Mira. Listen and learn, you unromantic yokel! And then, to Master Masoch, Please continue!

You are man's sin and man's soul, Mira. You are the light of his life and the fire in his loins, the reason he has to live, the reason he has to die. You are his energy and his exultation!

Oh shit! For fuck’s sake!

This was Tam again, and Master Masoch said, Piss off, you jealous little runt, like the lady said.

Is that runt spelt with a ‘c’?

Please, Tam, just leave it? Mira asked, for inwardly she was fluttering to hear such words directed at her.

My loft for some privacy, Mira? Master Masoch suggested.

Be right back! she told the room, guessing that Tam was going to make another stupid remark.

*

The door slammed shut behind her, which was one thing she hated, the cacophony which came with people entering and leaving the room. Usually she had such sounds turned down, but now the door slamming shut after her made her start.

She looked behind her at the door, then forward again. She had spoken in private with people before, it was all quite harmless; usually they were pleasant, but on the occasion or two that they weren't, it was a simple matter to return to the chat room. And each loft she had visited had been furnished to suit its owner.

Master Masoch's loft was dark. The walls were dark, with a dull sheen like satin, the floor a more polished darkness which might have been marble, the bed-the only furniture there-a silky black.

Against all this inky darkness, Master Masoch's naked body was a stark white. It might have dazzled her, or simply shocked her, for it took her a moment before she could say, Erm….just what do you think you're doing?

Shut up, slut, he said in a low voice.

Oh fuck this! Just one more pervert! Mira decided, and turned to leave.

It was a simple matter, a loft was an imaginary place, if you didn't like the person you met there, you could leave. So what was happening? The door which had slammed closed behind her now remained just as firmly shut.

She turned slowly to look at Master Masoch.

He was grinning, said, My words persuaded you here, now my body will possess you here.

In your dreams! she spat.

No, not in dreams. After so long in this world, your dreams become reality. Haven't you sensed that already, Mira? Now come to me, slut, kneel before me.

Mira stood firm, her eyes fixed on his, which were so dark and deep that she was unsure whether she was resisting him or transfixed by him. With a couple of quick paces, he was on her, a breath away from her and reaching out to clutch her hair, twisting it into a knot at the back of her neck. He tilted her head painfully back, she raised her hands to his to ease the pain, and in an instant he brought his other hand up to snap cuffs on them, buckled a collar around her neck and fastened them to it.

He grinned at her as she twisted, as if craning her neck to see, wondering what had happened.

Imagine what I could do to your body now, Mira, he said, and lowered his face to kiss her softly on the lips.

In contrast with the fierce grip he had taken of her hair, his kiss surprised her with its gentleness, as did the touch of his fingertips stroking her