Rose The Complete Humiliation Training 6-Book Bundle/Anthology

1. Auflage 2018
ISBN: 978-0-463-99832-8
Verlag: Boruma Publishing, LLC
Format: EPUB
Kopierschutz: Adobe DRM (»Systemvoraussetzungen)

E-Book, Englisch, 227 Seiten

Sometimes, you have to be subdued in order to submit. The submissives in these complete short stories let go of their inhibitions and surrender everything to complete strangers in broad daylight.
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The Humiliation Training of S starts with an innocent young woman who falls into the clutches of dominating alpha males who don't hesitate in making her submit, no matter the circumstances. She is filled in an airplane, an office, a bar, an elevator, and many other all-too-public places.
She is blindfolded, tied up, humiliated, and dominated, her life turned upside down as she is filled with unadulterated pleasures... and pain.
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Humiliation Training begins with Nicky, whose troubles begin when she goes to a doctor for her creaming problems. Her sexy doctor no qualms helping her with his bare hands - and lips - or bringing friends in to witness her shameful problem.
Her new job as a personal maid is turning out to be a lot dirtier than she anticipated. Not only is she expected to wear skimpy uniforms during work hours, she has to surrender to everyone in the office. And falling in love with her boss isn't helping.
This complete trilogy brings you on Nicky's journey from an innocent, naive young woman to a humiliated, submissive exhibitionist.
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'Don't move unless I tell you to,' he said simply as he grasped the thick ropes in his hand. I couldn't help but wonder how he was going to tie me up.
Unquestioningly, I stood still as each piece of rope was bound across me. At first, I stared at him and watched how he expertly tied the knots around my body, but my focus is soon diverted to the way the ropes felt as they were wrapped around me.
I could feel each fiber of the rope against my skin, every intake of breath making the rope dig in just a little deeper, then loosen as I exhaled. Instead of feeling panicked, I got calmer and breathed deeper as he wound the rope over my wrists and ankles, keeping it tightly around my body, but with loose bits that hung from it. I knew he wanted to tie me to something but didn't know what exactly.
He took more and more control of my body with each layer that he added, and my flesh belonged to him. It was no longer about what I was ready to give, but how much. He pushed me forward until I was leaning against something soft, my stomach pressing against the cushion. I looked down and saw a flat, thin surface in front of me, only about a palm's width wide.
He tugged the rope on my left ankle to indicate I should move it. I hesitated for a second, and then complied. 
Without saying a word, he bound my hands with ropes to the bars on the mechanism he had placed me onto. He bent me over and tied me legs spread apart, with a good four feet between them.
The silence rang in my ears and I knew I should feel uncomfortable, but I was oddly calmed by the ropes bound around me. The lack of choice made me free unencumbered.
I was leaning against a long cylindrical cushion with four legs, each holding one of my limbs, trapping me.
My wrists and ankles were tied firmly to the legs of the odd furniture, making me look as if I was offering myself to whomever decided to come into the room.
There was nothing graceful about my position, but that didn't matter.
The inability to move my hands and legs trapped me in the position. I was afraid that if I struggled, I would fall off the contraption completely. I couldn't see him as he stepped behind me, but I could feel his warm breath against my skin.

Autoren/Hrsg.

Rose, Daisy

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Chapter 1: Mile High Club
I glanced at my reflection in the rear view mirror. Everything about my complexion was plain. My lips were neither luscious nor full, and my cheeks were neither rosy nor bright. My eyes were a dull brown that didn't shine in the light. In fact, I looked rather exhausted, which was to be expected after a full week of work with little sleep. I would usually put a bit of makeup on, but today was my day off and I didn't like travelling with a full face of makeup. I saw my reflection again on the window as I took out my luggage and locked the car. I didn't look like I could win a beauty pageant any time soon, but I looked decent. I took good care of my body and it showed. I was just wearing just a black windbreaker over my white tank top. My hair was neatly tied in a braid that slid comfortably over my neck. I donned a the thin silver necklace that emphasized my slender neck and unzipped the top of my jacket to reveal a bit of cleavage. The dark jeans that I wore would no doubt activate the metal detector later, but I didn't mind the pat down. Janet was used to me already and she knew I didn't carry anything. Was I took casual? Maybe Oliver preferred girls who dressed up more... I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I shoved my keys into my jacket pocket. It was too late to change my mind now. I was going, this was what I was wearing, and if it's not good enough, I could turn around and leave on the next flight back. With that in mind, I marched into the airport in the middle of nowhere towards my next date. The man I was going to meet was a dream come true. The only thing I didn't know about him was what he looked like. A giant red flag, but he insisted that stay a secret even after I had sent him a picture of myself. A part of me wondered if he was going to be three feet tall. Not that I had against the vertically impaired. It just wasn't my thing. ... It was a long, arduous wait until I finally boarded the flight, by which time all my nervous anxiety had made way for exhaustion. All I wanted to do was sit down and sleep through the rest of the flight. I dragged my carry-on behind me, dodging the careless toes of passengers already seated on the plane with nonchalant practice. I saw a few familiar faces already in their seats and nodded in acknowledgement. The overhead bin above my seat was full, so I kept my carry-on in the compartment opposite mine. Flying every time I needed to go on a date was not the best circumstance, but the job I had was unique enough that I was paid a handsome amount of money. Enough not to have to worry about the frequent flight expenses anyways. I had barely settled into my seat when an uncomfortable crawling sensation slid up my spine. I looked away from the window and saw that it was just an air stewardess, Penny, offering me a cup of coffee. That woman always gave me the creeps. She was entirely too pretty to be completely natural. I accepted one in exchange for five bucks. It was hardly worth two, but it was better than not having caffeine at all. Penny saw me on the flight enough times to offer me the coffee directly even before the flight had taken off, which should endear her to me. Instead, I just felt obligated to buy coffee that tasted particularly foul. I sipped it as the plane filled and tried to shake the feeling of dread. It was just another date. If I didn't like him, I could leave. Glancing around to see that we weren't ready to take off yet, I accessed my phone to enter the chat room and see if my mystery date had left me a message to cancel the date. I could feel my blood pressure rising as I logged into the forum. The chat room was empty when I entered, but I left a message for Oliver anyway, letting him know I was on the way. I knew so little of the man except what he revealed on his profile page. He loved all animals and enjoyed spending his free time in animal re-homing centers. His main job involved behind-the-scene tech work for an international business, but he didn't reveal which company he worked for. I knew he preferred black and white over any other colors, and preferred the cold of Winter over any other seasons. It was one of the things we had in common. I loved the cold. We spent the past month talking over the internet before finally deciding to meet up in person. What were we talking about for an entire month? I felt like I knew nothing about him. Cold dread that I had been the victim of a catfish scam gripped me, as it did every time I went on a date. I let out a sigh of relief when he responded almost immediately: See you later, alligator. I cracked a smile. He was funny in a too-corny sort of way. I wondered what he looked like. My heartbeat started to increase the moment I realized there was nothing else that I could do except wait. After all, I wasn't going to meet the man until after the flight landed. The whole month I had pieces of a puzzle that I'd slowly started to fall in love with, but now that I was presented with the possibility of a whole picture, "Pardon me," someone said in the aisle said. The sound of the man's deep, vibrating voice struck a nerve in me, a dark promise that made me cross my legs. I wasn't used to such a powerful reaction. I checked my seat belt, pretending to be busy while I spied the stranger from the corner of my eye. He had his back turned and was putting his carry-on into the overhead compartment, next to my own luggage. His back was poised and solid, both elegant and incredible masculine at once. When he turned, I quickly looked away, but spied the five o'clock shadow that made my insides coil. He looked particularly sexy. I looked up when I felt his weight settling on the seat beside me. He sent a smile my way that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Hello," I greeted politely, then quickly looked away before he could start a conversation. The danger tempted me, but I knew better than to poke a dragon in the eye. He looked important and the place I worked at was small enough that rumors travelled everywhere at once. While the company wasn't against dating amongst its staff, I didn't want to go out with a man who worked in the same company to avoid the awkwardness of the potential breakup. I had a few colleagues who left the job not because of the work, but because they couldn't handle seeing their ex-partners every day. I had been using dating sites instead, talking to people online and then setting up dates away from my work place. So far the results had not been good. I wasn't particularly worried yet. I had time. I was only twenty one. The pilot gave the standard announcement regarding seatbelts and takeoff. Shortly after, a new air stewardess went through the how-to-buckle-yourself routine. I'd heard the same instructions enough times to be able to say them with her. I closed my eyes and sleep came surprisingly easily shortly after. "Good morning, Mr. Siegel," a stewardess commented suddenly, her voice so loud that it woke me up. My eyes shot open and immediately I glanced to my right. Penny's voice was almost an entire octave higher. "Is there anything I can do for you today?" she asked. He turned to her and said in that smooth, panties-melting voice, "A cup of coffee would be wonderful." "Your usual brew?" My eyes grew wide. He had his own coffee? One that didn't taste like shit? I glanced at my own cup of coffee on the hand rest and frowned. "Yes, please." She nodded and turned to her cart. She poured him a coffee that smelled absolutely divine. More than a few heads turned at the smell of actual, drinkable coffee. He must've seen the coveting look on my face, or it was the upper lip lick that gave me away, but he asked, "Would you like a cup too?" "Oh, no, thank you. I already have a cup." I gestured to my coffee and hated myself quietly. "I insist," he said, handing me the cup he had in his hand. I reached for it as if in a trance. Our fingers touched and I almost pulled back from the jolt of electric that sizzled through me. I tightened my grip on the coffee and was immediately thankful that he had been given a solid glass cup instead of a cheap paper one like us regular people. "Thank you," I said, hiding my face behind the cup. It tasted as amazing as it smelled and it was still hot. It warmed my throat as I swallowed a mouthful. I gave a low moan as my taste buds exploded in flavors and quickly blushed a bright red. "This is really good," I said quickly, trying to cover my embarrassment. He grinned in a way that made my insides tighten even more. Penny glared at me as she filled another cup for Mr. Siegel. I avoided her eyes carefully, never one for confrontations. I knew she was hoping to find a rich man to marry while on the job. She even admitted that to me during a particularly empty flight, saying that the job was only 'temporary' until she finds a right boyfriend to support her. I think the word she was looking for was 'sugar daddy'. For the first time, she saw me as competition. I tried not to snort into my drink at the thought. Me? Compete with her? Not in a million years. She was gorgeous, what with her long blonde hair and large blue eyes. She was also a good half head taller than me, with legs that went on for miles. I couldn't compete with her huge balloon breasts and perfect bubble butt even on my best day. Yet, Mr. Siegel chose to gave me the time of day. I felt prettier already. "Here you go, Sir," she said with a smile that was too sweet to be real. "Thank you. Oh, and take away this vile thing will you?" he reached over and...