by Eden Bradley

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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!

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Lying back on my hard pallet, I stare up at the ceiling, at the dust motes dancing in the dim ray of sunlight coming through the damask curtains. I take in a breath, hold it for a beat, exhale slowly, then do it again. I try to let my mind empty, but the only time it’s not spinning in some mad mind fuck is when I am in service. When I’m being beaten or restrained. That’s when I can let my ego go, when I become nothing to the point where my silly little worries or endless loops from my childhood stop whirling through my brain and I can just be.
I am thinking of Master Graham. Does he miss me? I like to think so, which feels a bit childish, since I’m the one who ultimately chose to leave. I inhale, imagine his scent: lemongrass soap and a touch of cherry smoke from the pipeful of tobacco he allowed himself once a week. It is the smell of comfort. Of kink, yes, but not enough protocol for me. I am safe only when I know I am trapped. He kept me safe for a while, but I needed so much more. To be taken to these frightening heights in order to feel utterly powerless—to know that I am. It is a place out of his reach, and therefore out of mine if I’d stayed with him. But I miss him. I miss him, and yet…
I take in another breath, breathing through the butterflies that have been beating their wings in my stomach every waking moment since I saw him yesterday. The Master. My Master.
My Master.
Oh yes.
Lust floods me: nipples and pussy, stomach and limbs. Every soft, fleshly part of my body is full and plush suddenly, swollen with the need for his touch. I know better than to touch myself—that is absolutely forbidden and one of the first things a slave learns. No, we are meant to suffer in our desires, and our suffering is beautiful. It’s this place getting inside my head, into my body, as much as it is him, I think. The restrictions, the inflexible rules. The contract. So darkly threatening, all of it, which is exactly what I’ve dreamed of, exactly what a slave training house is for. But there is no way to prepare for this, even if you think you know what you’re getting yourself into. And then the Master has to be so beautiful! I suffer for his handsome face, his enigmatic, powerful presence. His big black boots.
I am suffering now, and I have no idea how much longer this will go on, when he’ll call for me again. It could be in five minutes. This evening. A week. I know nothing. But that’s part of it—knowing nothing, deciding nothing, ultimately being nothing. I am here to be completely broken down, and I know it. I want it. Which is perhaps the biggest mind fuck of all.   © Eden Bradley 2015

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Eden’s playlist for THE TRAINING HOUSE: GIRL

“Move On” by Garden City Movement
“Twice” by Little Dragon
“Crash” by Stateless
“Wasteland” by 10 Years
“Hey Now” by London Grammar
“Carry Me Home” by Sohn
“Desire” by Meg Myers
“Meant” by Elizaveta
“Need It” by Half Moon Run
“2 Wicky” by Hooverphonic
“Organs” by Of Monsters and Men
“Bloodstream” by Stateless

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As someone who has been involved in BDSM practice for much of her adult life, she relates in particular to her kink stories, infusing them with her own truth about kink practice from her life experiences. Eden speaks regularly on BDSM psychology and practice, as well as sex positive culture for women.

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