Thursday, October 31, 2019




Autumn’s future changed when she was eighteen and in Haiti with her father.  She awoke one night in her hotel and followed the pounding beat of drums in the jungle and happened upon a Voodoo ceremony, a pagan ritual.  She was aroused by what she saw, but she was enamored when she was brought forth to be a sacrifice to the fertility gods.  The next morning she learned she lost her virginity, but she gained a deep-seated desire to see more pagan rituals.

Samantha’s first meeting with Autumn was a test.  Samantha was intrigued by Autumn, but she didn’t think Autumn had it in her.  A kiss in a dance club turned to something much more.  Yet, Samantha wasn’t looking for a lover, male or female.  Another test with one of Samantha’s male friends had Autumn obeying Samantha’s every command with Samantha’s male friend.
Autumn and Samantha met by accident on the Amherst University campus, but they weren’t like the majority of the students, not even the ones with wealthy parents.  They both had trust funds that would provide for them in a grand lifestyle for the rest of their lives.  They lived life to the fullest and their money allowed them the freedom to act on any impulse or desire.  They were adventurous and bold, yet they found a strange pleasure in being submissive, but not in a conventional way. 
With their degrees completed and their lives in front of them, they set out on an adventure that few men would dare attempt and even fewer women.  They set out to visit South American, their first stop, the unexplored region of Amazon Rain Forest.  With only a male guide to translate and guide them, they set out to find the undiscovered tribes that still existed in this unexplored land.
The women didn’t find the tribe, the tribe found the pale white women.  It would’ve been easy for Chief Plu to let them pass and never discover his tribe, but the white women were a novelty that would enhance his status.  He had to possess them and he did.
Have Samantha and Autumn found more than they expected or wanted?  From the Sweating Hut, where the mystical smoke was to rid the bodies of evil, to the euphoria from the smoke that drives the lust of the men and women.  The Altar of Sacrifice captures the two women and their guide at the mercy of the tribe in a public spectacle.  The intrepid interlopers had one flaw in their plan and that was their escape.  Was this the beginning of the end or the end of the beginning for the two women?
Another sizzling BDSM adventure that takes readers over the edge, by bestselling bondage author Powerone.






Friday, October 18, 2019



It wasn’t a match made in heaven, it was a match made in the boardroom

Bestselling bondage author Powerone takes readers beyond Eyes Wide Shut and 50 Shades of Gray in his most masterful novel yet. Molly was a month away from graduating with her MBA.  She’d done it in five years in order to save money.  She’d graduate with honors, summa cum laude and it required all her talents to do it.  With her degree came student loans that were one hundred-one thousand dollars, but it was a worthy investment for her future.  She’d become a teacher’s assistant to help pay the bills and she found that it required much more than grading papers and doing research.  Her professor had more demanding uses of her luscious body.  He taught her the pleasure of serving him in any manner he desired and BDSM seemed to be the theme.  She found it provoking strange desires in her to serve.

Handsome, young and a billionaire, he had his choice of almost any woman and he took advantage of that.  He has no desire to be married, at least not now.  His sexual appetite grew to be more jaded, but tying up women and having his way with them didn’t bring the excitement that it should.

Michael was always generous with his university that gave him the tools to his success, parting with a million-dollar check when asked.  He was caught off guard when the dean of the business school offered him an opportunity, but it came with a price of a twenty-five million dollar donation for a new state of the art AI computer lab building.  Then there was the million dollar membership fee for the House of Surrender, a two-hundred-year-old organization that neither Michael nor anyone else ever heard of, that went with it.

House of Surrender is a place where the elite met to celebrate the domination of submissive women in a background of decadent wealth and ceremony.  Hundreds of years of training brought them to the pinnacle of excellence in turning women into the truly submissive slaves that men of quality desired.  While Michael might have thought he knew what was required on his part, he was quickly shown he was disillusioned with a fantasy that the modern movies taught.
The university, in conjunction with the House of Surrender, would find the ideal candidate that had the disposition, but not the training necessary to please Michael’s discerning tastes.  The candidate and Michael would undergo the rigorous training at the House of Surrender until both were pleased with their roles.  Was this an expensive hoax or could it deliver what it promised?
Molly and Michael’s lives collided, brought together by the dean of business.  Michael would donate to the university and Molly would get paid handsomely, free of her student loans along with a six-figure cash settlement.  All of it required her complete submission to Michael at the House of Surrender for six months.  Could she submit so easily?  Her professor gave her a glimpse of what it would be like, but House of Surrender would require her ultimate and complete submission.  She would lose her ability to say no.