"The Master Alchemist", by Ladakh

A tale of transcendent sexual ecstasy. Here's an excerpt...

Rose had allowed herself to be enslaved by her master because he seemed so kind and caring at the time. He had sworn to temper her spirit in readiness for "the rapture" and committed himself to work her mind and body into a state of molten sexuality. She smiled to herself for a moment as she remembered his sincerity and dare she think it, his strange submissiveness prior to their contract. That feeling aroused her again; she liked the idea of being dominant and yet here she was in common slavery to a man that commanded her like a dog. A good little doggy though, she beamed proudly, remembering her accomplishments.

She didn't even know his real name. He called himself "Mercy" which was short for "Mercury" and she knew that was to do with their contract. He had described himself as a sexual alchemist and that he knew the secret of the Philosophers Stone; he claimed that he could forge her into a state of perpetual rapture. Well, the perpetual rapture part certainly sold her and she was a tough one to impress normally. He admitted harbouring a deep attraction for her having cited her elegance, "moon eyes" and proper deportment. He also spoke about her final liberation, whatever that was; she still really didn't understand, despite all of his instruction to the contrary.