Rodica Cel Tradat

“It wasn’t blood alone that made him her chattel”.

From a recently unearthed journal, Rafael Menton fashions us a tale of mental servitude and female supremacy.

It’s Paris in the year of 1927 and at a party celebrating the first solo flight of the Atlantic by Charles Lindbergh a Parisian playboy is about to have his wings clipped for all eternity and find himself stripped of even his most basic freedoms.

A stripping performed by a strange Romanian woman with a passion for the exercise of personal dominance and her even more passionate and sadistic female assistant.

But this is no simple vampiric conquest and, though blood is involved, it is no more than a prelude to the former playboy’s enduring enslavement…

If you enjoy stories that, without being unnecessarily explicit, trigger those more stygian and erotic areas of the imagination while invoking the spirit of assertive women, and are as believable as they are dark, it’s more than probable you’ll delight in Mr Menton’s stories from a female-led perspective on the subject of crime, horror, the occult and the erotic domestic and sexual bondage of man to woman.