Bondage Video

By Helene Slone

A land that promises sun and sea holidays like Florida instead becomes a terrible suffering reality for two unlucky nice models. Without realizing the severity of the photos job offer, they accept and find themselves facing extreme treatment from a BDSM club.

“We, I have an appointment, for, for a photo shoot.” She answers almost embarrassingly as she also glances toward the monitor, realizes it’s playing some sort of bondage video.
She can barely hear its low audio of leather striking flesh, the moans, and pleas of a blindfolded naked woman in the background. Somewhat embarrassed, she turns her head slightly away, raises the back of the card towards him, adding. “I’m... I’m supposed to meet her at this address. But, I thought, I mean, I thought this was supposed to be a photographer’s studio.
We... We’re on vacation here in Miami and have a couple days left, and, and were told we could make some extra cash modeling for a day...”

“The disturbing setting runs shivers up her spine. A trio of matching metal chains crosses her torso, connected together into a “Y” above her navel. Hanging from oversize pierces of her nipples and c... while her arms are single sleeved tightly behind her back in a black leather bondage glove, a bright red “O” ring’s forced between her stretched lips as her piercing eyes stare straight ahead thru a black leather eye mask. She’s also posed in thigh high tall, black stiletto boots with at least eight inch heels. And most disturbing, she appears to be actually mounted on a thick silver pole, crammed up her a..., behind her smoothly shaven, gapped v.....”

“Oh! By the way, I forgot to tell you, your friend kind of disappointed us at first, was hesitant about showing us her t.... out there! So we helped. Stripped her completely naked!” He smirks as he forces her onto her tiptoes, twisting her arm up behind her. “Yea, got her naked pretty quick too, then grabbed those big ‘ol titties of hers and yanked her on back here. Yea, raised her right off the floor by ‘em! Were stretching ‘em pretty good when we carried her back!!!”

ONLY FOR ADULT 18

• Language: English
• Publisher: Helene Slone
• Release date: Aug 5, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370886548

Helene Slone

Hi. I’m Helene Slone and I’ve been writing since 2005, though originally I started writing urban fantasy, contemporary romance with the years I have discovered to prefer erotic plot. So why do I like writing erotic romance? I like being able to push beyond traditional boundaries. I like dealing with women and men who are growing and evolving – questioning their sexual boundaries and pushing past them. I usually involve multiple characters as I have noticed that readers love to imagine more people who act sexually togheter . These fantasies push each border of bdsm which get populated by male and female slaves and so terrible Master and Mistress. It’s fascinating to work with the interactions inside this world. What fun to write on only one heroine/hero choosing between two equally appealing opposite sex? I like specially write about groups of several people who interact sexually and I find the scenery an enjoyable challenge. I try to keep my characters real when it is possible. I like to have Mistress and Master with whom the reader can empathize. These aren’t women and men who just jump only into bed with anyone. They find themselves in an unusual situation – something exciting and erotic – but a situation where they have to take themselves beyond their comfort level. As a result, they grow their personality as they know their true sexuality, that inhabited also by violence and unspeakable abuses. So often fear holds us back – of what others will think of us, of what we will think about ourselves – and we don’t follow our hearts. These people push past that fear.

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BONDAGE VIDEO

Copyright ©HeleneSlone

Published by Helene Slone Author at Smashwords

Cover Image graphically modified by Helene S.

Author’s Notes

This novel contains hot erotic contents, it is only suitable for adults age 18 and up

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Disclaimer

The following is a work of pure sexual fantasy and is intended for adult audiences ONLY.  If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading NOW and go tell your parent and/or guardian that you need stricter internet supervision.  And, if you are among those who come offended by bdsm practices you are not suitable to go on this erotic novel because of hard adult content. Kindly, leave it now, you have been warned, everyone else, enjoy it as that’s my first aim.

Furthermore, all fictional characters in the following fantasy are professionals and good at what they do.  So please, don’t try this at home; if such things were even physically possible. 

Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

About Helene Slone

CHAPTER ONE

The dark colored limo slows toward the curb, rolls to a stop in front of a row of mostly rundown storefronts.

We’re here. The driver mutters, glancing unabashed into the rear view mirror, catching more then a glimpse of Jodi’s exposed, tanned cleavage as she’s leaning forward on the back seat, peering into her compact, freshening her lip-gloss. His expression becomes more of a smirk as his right hand reaches for the column gearshift, shoves it into park.

Glancing toward the storefront, knowing what she’s in store for, he thinks to himself how he can’t wait to see her later tonight, when all the club members meet right here, realizing she doesn’t know it yet, but she’s going to be getting a lot more then she’s bargained for. She’s going to get her photo shoot alright, but unbeknownst to her, in a short while she’s going to be naked, in bondage, severely disciplined, just like her friend, then, later tonight, presented to the club members, for their pleasure.

Twisting, barely tilting his head towards the back seat, he gives a nonchalant nod while waving toward the gaudy painted building thru the passenger window while repeating. You’re here. That’s the place.

Turning her head toward the rear passenger door window, Jodi glances out at the only recently painted building, sandwiched between other dirty, unkempt storefronts. This… This is where you brought Amanda? She asks, as if he must be joking. That’s the studio?!!

Yea… Yea, sure is! This is where I dropped her off this afternoon. Went right in there! He smirks.

Flipping his door open, he exits, steps around the rear of the limo, glances through the window, watching as she continues with her makeup. Taking his time opening her door, he leers down between the hallow of her practically exposed breasts, thinking of later this evening, as she makes last second adjustments to her revealing clothing.

Leaning out from the back seat, her dark, braided hair flips across her shoulder as she steps onto the curb. It’s twilight, muggy, she feels a slight drizzle in the air, the sticky dampness covers her face, clings across the bare, rounded curves of her swaying, pushed up, melon sized breasts, overflowing the silk lace cups of her low cut French bra.

He can’t help staring at her seductive figure, making out the impressions of her dark, hard nipples, barely covered, firmly pressing thru the damp, sheer white chiffon material of her partially unbuttoned midriff blouse as it’s material becomes even more transparent with the scattered raindrops. Glancing downward toward her long, slender legs, he also notices her bare, ripped stomach, inverted bellybutton, even notices the upper rounded curve of her freshly shaven pubic mound peeking over her revealing low cut hip hugger jeans.

Giving the impression of ignoring him, glancing up, down the darkening street, she notices that the few people hanging out in front of the row of buildings appear to be either hard looking Hispanics or Blacks. The neighborhood’s obviously seen better days she thinks to herself, well on the way to becoming a ghetto, as she hears what sounds like a cat whistle or two.

Business card in hand with the address scribbled across the back, she hustles toward the building he pointed out as the drizzle suddenly becomes a brisk shower. She can feel the raindrops soaking across her shoulders and bare cleavage as she reaches the storefront’s awning. It appears to her to be a typical looking, seedy adult shop. Hearing the limo door slam behind her, she turns, watching as it pulls away from the curb as she make’s him out giving her a nonchalant wave of the hand.

Double checking the florescent numbers above the storefront’s brightly painted entrance with the ones on her card, she feels somewhat of a relief, yet still a little uneasy as she again gives a quick glance down the darkening street toward the group giving out the catcalls. Ducking the shower, she hears the jingle