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THE TRAINING HOUSE:
GIRL
(Excerpts for blog blast/tour)
Book One
Available September 15, 2015!
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In those breathless moments between pleasure
and pain lie the most poignant truths…
I have signed myself over to The Training House: my
devotion, my obedience, my body. It is what I have always yearned for—to lose
myself in powerlessness. To be made
to. But this place is more than anyone could possibly prepare for, especially
the Master of the House. He is too stunning, too commanding, bringing out a
yearning for submission in ways I have never imagined, and I am lost in nearly
unbearable desire. He uses my body until he brings me to tears, then
tenderly wipes them away, enslaving me to him instantly, body and soul. I
cannot imagine existing without him, without his wicked touch, his strict and
sensual command…
Until I meet another slave, and he changes the game of kink
for me forever. How can I decide what my heart wants most, without risking
losing it all?
WARNING:: These books contains material that may be
difficult to read about and/or cause triggers for some readers, including
consensual non-consent and other scenes that could be disturbing. Do NOT try
this at home!
The Contract
The Training House
Contract and Agreement for
Servitude
Terms of Agreement
I, ______________________, being of sound
mind and body, do hereby agree and pledge myself in entirety as personal slave
and property to The Training House as the Master of the House sees fit to use
for a period of one year, to commence on _________ and to end on _________. I do this
without reservations or stipulations, and without recourse or right of
revocation. I have been informed and understand that I will not be harmed or
have any permanent damage done to my body or mental well-being, nor shall any
of my personal property be subject to ownership or use by The Training House,
its Master, or any associates. I pledge under the terms of this contract my
body, my obedience and my deep desire to
serve.
I understand and agree to all terms within this contract.
Terms are as follows:
1)
I will remain naked while within The Training House or
other outside facilities the Master of the House may visit or send me to.
2)
I may be sent to outside locations and/or lent to other
Masters, Mistresses or Trainers at the Master’s discretion. I
pledge the same obedience to them as I do to The Training House under the terms
of this contract.
3)
I will be collared, cuffed, shackled or bound by any
variety of means as the Master of the House or his associates see fit. Restraints
will always be used in a safe manner.
4)
I may be subject to piercings of the nipples and/or
genitalia, to be performed only by a
licensed piercer, including the Master himself.
5)
I will be subject to branding with the house crest only if
it is agreed upon by both parties at the term of this contract or any future
existing contract that I remain in permanent service to The Training House.
6)
I will be subject to sadomasochistic activities at the
discretion of the Master and his associates, including various types of impact,
impalement and use of any orifice for pain or pleasure, electrical stimulation,
canes, whips, and implements which may
scratch and/or open the skin. Any bleeding, open wounds or heavy bruising will
receive appropriate medical attention by the House nurse or attending EMT.
7)
I will be subject to humiliation, degradation, loss of
personal identity.
8)
I will have no rights as an individual, or freedom to make
decisions.
9)
I will remain silent unless commanded to speak.
10)
I will accept without question or resistance any and all
punishments or discipline the Master of the House or his associates deems necessary
or desirable.
11)
I am charged to learn all the ways in which I may please
the Master of the House and his associates.
12)
I will have no control over my orgasms, which will be given
or denied at the whim of the Master of the House or his associates. I agree to
never pleasure myself, saving my pleasure for the Master’s use.
I hereby certify
that I am in excellent health, and had my last medical exam on ______. Paperwork to
verify the state of my health will be supplied upon signing this contract. I
furthermore agree that I may be subject to medical examination and treatment for
my safety and for the safety of those I come into contact with, or purely for
the Master’s pleasure. I also have supplied information regarding
possible personal triggers any of the above activities might prompt. The Master agrees to ensure my body is kept in good
health by means of diet, rest and exercise.
If at any time
before the end of the contracted period the Master of The Training House is not
pleased with my performance, obedience, ability to give pleasure or to endure
his preferred treatment of me, he may decide to revoke this agreement, at which
time I am released from the terms of this contract.
I affix my
signature willingly and without any duress or under any threat of harm.
______________________
________________________________________________
Slave’s legal
name Slave’s
signature
_____________________
Date
______________________
________________________________________________
Master’s legal
name Master’s
signature
_____________________
Date
______________________
________________________________________________
Witness Witness signature
_____________________
Date
EXCERPT-Rated R
He walks into the room and I don’t
know where to look, what to do with my hands, what to say. Of course, I’m not
supposed to say anything, am I? But even if I could—even if I dared—he is
simply too overwhelmingly beautiful.
I didn’t expect it—didn’t expect him. My bare feet shift on the soft
Persian rug, the wood floor beneath creaking like a quiet sigh of pleasure.
Taking in a quick, gasping breath, I inhale the scents of aged wood and
plaster, the papery smell these old San Francisco Victorians have. Scent and
sound were all I knew until a moment ago, when someone removed the blindfold
from my eyes. I know the city I’m in, but not where, exactly. I am not supposed
to know. And now I know what the man I have been sold to looks like. My new
Master. The man I would have served with deep devotion simply because he owns
me, because this servitude is what I want—what I need—but who now is making me
dizzy with indescribable lust and expectation.
He must be six-foot-four, with broad
shoulders under a dark blue button-down shirt. European tailoring—the shirt
fits his shoulders and his narrow waist too perfectly to be anything else,
which I recognize right away from my time in Italy, Spain and London with my
previous owner. A small stabbing ache in my chest at that thought, but I focus
on the shirt, on the man before me, and the pain drifts, fades away.
His sleeves are rolled up, revealing
strong forearms. There is a tattoo of a Japanese style dragon curling around
his right arm—a symbol of power, which suddenly, inexplicably, seems funny to
me, if only because this man’s power seeps from every pore and needs no sign of
proof. I let out a small, stupid giggle. Unable to help it. Helpless. Perhaps
that’s why the giggle.
Helpless.
Yes.
Or perhaps because the giggle is
more from relief, the knowledge that my desire for pain, for punishment, will
soon be sated.
He raises one dark brow over eyes
that gleam like pure, blue fire in the dim light of the room. His voice is a
low threat. Upper class American accent. “You find me amusing, girl?”
Girl.
Is that to be my name in this place? Not Aimée? Why does that frighten me so
when this is everything I’ve asked for? To be rendered invisible in a way I choose.
A flash of my father, his back
turned to me. How many times did that actually happen, and how much of it is
purely symbolic, when in fact, I hardly ever saw him? But I don’t want to think
of all that now. I am here to forget. To forget my past. To forget myself. To
immerse myself in this powerlessness that is of my choosing.
Still, it occurs to me for one
moment, sharp with the edge of panic, that maybe I should have read the
contract more carefully before I signed it.
“Speak up,” he demands.
“No, Sir.”
“Nerves?” There’s a long pause—long
enough to make me feel the truth of what he’s suggested down to my toes, in my
belly, in those dark, dark recesses of my mind that brought me here to begin
with.
“Of course you’re nervous,” he goes
on. “If you weren’t I’d send you back. I don’t take foolish girls. I don’t take
a lot of things, but you’ll find out about that soon enough.” He steps closer
and even his earthy, spicy, elegant scent frightens me, partly because he
smells so good I want to drop to my knees before him—need to—which scares me half to death. “What I will take…is you.
Whenever I want. I will do whatever I want to you. And any time you doubt why
you’re here I will find a way to remind you. I will remind you through pain.
Through denial. Through darkness. I will remind you by giving you exactly what
you asked for when you agreed to come to my house. The Training House never
fails its…victims.”
I’m shaking now, my legs trembling
so hard they’re about to go out from under me, and then I will be on my knees,
like it or not. I will like it, which
I already know. I am also drenched with desire, my pussy slick and pulsing,
which should not be surprising, but it is. Every single detail about this
moment is shocking to me.
He steps closer and I look up at his
face, knowing this may be the last opportunity I’m allowed. And God, his eyes
are so, so blue—midnight blue, eyes like I’ve never seen before. His hair is
dark and the slightest bit unruly. His jaw and cheekbones are sharply cut, as
if from stone, and his mouth is both lush and cruel. I want to touch it, with
just my fingertip. I don’t dare even think of kissing him. Oh, but I am a liar;
I do think of kissing him. I think of
that mouth between my thighs.
Neither of those things is likely to
happen in this place.
Torture.
Torture already, and I’ve just
gotten here.
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Eden Bradley 2015
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