Read the first chapter of The Training of Kate before you buy…

Part 1 in the Journey Into Submission story

The Training of Kate is Book 1 in the Journey Into Submission story. It is fiction but it describes the basics of my real world life with my partner, even though these events have been romanticised and the people made larger than life.

I would like to share with you the beginning of this journey, the opening chapter of The Training of Kate. Khul Kat Green

STORY BLURB for The Training of Kate:

Kate yearned for a man whose strength could ignite her softness, whose sexual needs could inflame her own to the depths she had experienced with her first lover, her teacher. When she began an online romance, she had no idea that Miles was this man. Yet, when their lives merged in the real world, Kate was thrown into a whirlpool of loving joy and deep submission that changed her life. Miles used every part of her willing body to tie her lust and love to his own. He was her match and she was his tinder; together their passion and lust flared and pushed each beyond their prior limits – until her past returned to threaten all that she now held dear.

Prologue: The First Step

As the Qantas jet banked in preparation for its landing at Hobart’s airport, the fortunate passengers seated on the right side were given a long, sweeping view of the magnificent waterway that separates the two halves of the city. Then, it was slowly revealed to all the passengers as the plane dipped to the left before levelling off. The late afternoon autumn sunlight glittered across the crests of wind-driven wavelets. Yachts and fishing boats littered the edges of the wide Derwent Estuary. A little south the tallest building in Hobart, the Wrest Point Casino, appeared in stark contrast to the natural beauty of the water and hills. There were some soft murmurs of appreciation among the first-time tourists as the banking plane wheeled terraced houses upwards before their eyes, hundreds of metres of them, until Mount Wellington filled their windows, solid and almost threatening, looming over the homes below. Its peak was dusted with a light covering of snow that disappeared a few hundred feet down its face. Grey clouds, dark with rain, loomed over the mountain further to the west.

Kate Johnson was not a first time visitor to Hobart. Still, as always, she felt the heavy presence of Mount Wellington. Hobart was both defined and limited by the impressive mountain on its western side. As the looming mass of rock swept past, she fidgeted in her seat. She was anxious for her plane to land. She disliked planes with such a deep irrationality that it irritated her professional self. Deep in her heart, she would never trust them. Her rational mind could say what it liked…and did…but flying metal tubes, even when serviced by the ‘safest airline in the world’, were never going to fill her inner self with security.

She smiled weakly at the irony of an experienced nurse having no faith in such a commonplace modern device. “Maybe it is my Swedish genes?” she mused before laughing quietly at the outraged protests such a statement would draw from her parents. Kate was the second child and should been named, Katriina Johansson. Her father, however, was, a proud ‘new Australian’ and had Anglicised their surname to Johnson when he had become an Australian citizen. While her parents often called her Katriina at home, her first name was also Anglicised to Katrina by her father on her birth certificate and, of course, her friends and workmates all shortened this to Kate.

As the Captain’s bored voice advised the cabin crew to seat themselves, her thoughts slid deep inside herself. She knew this was an automatic response to her increase in tension at the imminent landing. Nervously she let her thoughts flutter down through herself. Nerves stretched, her nails were drawn to her teeth. The carefully applied polish was stripped from her index finger and absently swallowed. As the wheels jarred down onto the runway, she released the breath she had been holding. As the scream of the engines rose, she clutched at the arm rests and did not release them until the plane slowly turned off the runway and taxied over to the waiting stairs near the small terminal.

There would be nobody here to meet her this time, though she had many friends from previous stays in Hobart and from the medical networks that she had built up in fourteen years of varied nursing positions. Indeed, she would be staying at the home of married friends, house-sitting while they travelled overseas. However, she had not flown down from Melbourne to socialise. She needed answers. She needed the time to find them. She needed to get away from her Melbourne routines and to find a way to re-ignite the joy in life that she had lost. Kate had avoided facing her problem front on, yet she knew its ‘feel’. She knew she was close to abandoning all hope. The deep anxiety that flooded her, she realised, was not solely due to her fear of flying. She was losing her desire to go on living. The irony of her being invaded by this growing and deepening depression stood out for her for she had always loved her approach to living. She had rejoiced in what she was and what she did. The Training of Kate 6

She sighed as she waited for the eager tourists to disembark. “Yes, but no more! I feel so damn drained. God, I am pathetic! I’d like to slap myself hard. What’s wrong with you, woman!” Although she found it impossible to look directly at the problem that was eroding her desire to live, she knew she must. And soon. Deep inside herself she could feel the darkness growing, shrouded inside the despair that welled up and flooded her. Her nurse self was her harshest critic. Often she would have bitter arguments with herself and, right now, it was her professional self that wanted to shake her till her teeth rattled, bring her to her senses. Yet, she sensed that it was not a matter of mind. Her listlessness and fading desire to live had a cause. She just had to find it. Fix it. Restore her former self.

As she walked down the empty aisle and past the vacant smiles of the flight crew, she knew this was likely to be her final chance. The despair was growing inside her like a cancer. Very soon she would be unable to resist it. This awareness only made her despair flare up anew and push a little harder at her remaining desire to live. Lost inside her troubled thoughts, Kate made her way out of the small airport. Mechanically she hailed a taxi and slumped into the back seat.

http://www.extasybooks.com/The-Training-of-Kate/ 

http://www.amazon.com/Training-Kate-Journey-into-Submission-ebook/dp/B00L7C8NKY  

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