Bound for Gloree (Kindle Edition)

Bound for Gloree (Kindle Edition)
By Shelly Ann Mandrell

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Customer tags: bondage(4), mystery(4), bdsm(4), erotic(4), torture(4), pain(3), novella(3), internet(3), female orgasm(3), hardcore sex(3), hardcore erotica(3), porn(3)

Review & Description

Howie runs a skeevy on-line torture-porn site. He advertises that the pain is real. That the screams are real. That the blood is real. And it is. Howie is a sleaze, a scammer, and a fast-buck artist. A lot of people might want Howie dead. One of his girls knows too much, including the details of a death on the set. Howie might want her dead.

And that's when things get weird....

A hard-core murder mystery novella straight from the underbelly of BDSM-for-pay, written by someone who knows. Adults only.


About 18,000 words

Excerpt:

The crew had already finished setting up the scene. The sound guy and the Steadicam operator were having a smoke over by the desk. Behind the desk was the mousy older woman who didn't seem to have a name, but talked on the phone during scenes in a robotic monotone that drove us girls crazy. A couple of flunkies who helped Howie with the props slouched against one wall. When they saw us enter, one of them, an unsavory guy who was never very gentle, brought some rope and began to tie lengths to my wrists, ankles.

"Whaddya wanna do first, boss?"

"Just get the bitch spread out on the rack" Howie said. "Tie her down good." He looked at his watch. "Look. I gotta do something. Get her waxed up."

"Want me to?" asked the flunky with the rope. Howie hardly ever let the flunkies do the tortures.

"I don't care. Just get started." He headed for the door.

"That's it? Just wax?"

Howie paused at the door. "No. But that's where you start. When you can't see her tits and twat anymore, whack it off with the cane."

"Us? Really?"

But Howie was already gone. The flunky grinned like a kid at Christmas, and cinched down the ropes. I never had a chance to negotiate.

Hot wax is one of those kinds of torture that isn't especially destructive, but for me, it's particularly stimulating. And I like the flogger, too. Both redden the skin, stimulate nerve endings, send me into what I call "my zone," a mystical realm of euphoria induced by the pain of insidious bondage and relentless beatings. Where I usually get a pretty good orgasm. The cane, though, it leaves marks that hurt for the rest of the week, and that doesn't do a thing for me. But it looks good in the vids, and it's the vids that pay the rent.

So, during the waxing, I let myself go deep into my zone. Howie always told me to keep doing it, because it made good vid. Apparently, my eyes roll back and I yelp like it really hurts. It does hurt—really—but Howie is of the belief that we pain sluts are all numb or something and just fake it. But if I get into my zone first, I can almost enjoy the cane.

Product Details

• Published on: 2012-03-15
• Released on: 2012-03-15
• Format: Kindle eBook
• Number of items: 1