La
Contessa
The most perverted mistress…
Renowned for her beauty and
cruelty, La Contessa’s reputation as a dominatrix is well established. And
eighteenth century Venice has degenerated into a decadent and lascivious city,
the perfect backdrop for her to play-out her debauched games and political
ambitions.
She sends her maid, Julia, into the
alleyways to search for a young man to act as her slave. Julia finds Roberto
prostituting himself in the least salubrious district of Venice. He enters into
La Contessa’s service to perform her bizarre and sadistic scenes.
From their first meeting there is a
mutual attraction between maid and servant. The young couple engineer a series
of sexual encounters, knowing the risks should their mistress discover them.
Their situation is complicated when La Contessa rescues Becky and brings her to
the palazzo as her submissive girl-slave. The interloper exposes Julia’s
jealousies… and the feelings for her mistress.
How long can Roberto and Julia keep
their love secret? Will Becky’s presence thwart their relationship? Will La
Contessa’s scheming bring her the richest prize in all Venice?
All is resolved before the grand
ball and masked, BDSM orgy held by La Contessa in her palazzo as the climax to
Venice’s Carnivale.
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Author bio
S. Nano
is a writer of erotic stories with dark and exotic content in fantasy or
historical settings drawing on the themes of female domination, BDSM and fetish
but often with a seam of quirky humour running through them.
‘La
Contessa’ is his third full length novel. ‘Adventures in Fetishland’, a
BDSM/fetish re-invention of the classic Alice stories was published by Xcite
Books and ‘Mistress of the Air’, a comic, Steampunk, erotic adventure was also
published by eXcessica. His novellas and short stories have been published by
Xcite Books, House of Erotica, Forbidden Fiction, Coming Together and
Greenwoman Publishing.
He is a
regular participant in reading slams at ‘Smut by the Sea’ and similar events in
the UK, contributing a workshop ‘Kinking Up the Past’, on getting inspiration
for erotic stories in historical settings, in 2015.
Extract:
She’s dressed formally, in
her wig, a rich embroidered gown, and as much make-up as I’ve seen her wear.
She’s dressed to impress, and when I see her guest, I understand why. His gown
is grand, its hood lined with ermine. But it’s the cane, capped with a silver
winged lion, which provides the vital clue for me. Nobody would openly carry
such an iconic symbol if they were not part of Venice’s ruling elite. The
ensuing conversation confirms my suspicions.
“May I speak frankly to
you, Contessa?”
“Yes, these are my
servants. I trust them not to allow any report of our conversation to go beyond
this room. They know the severity of the punishment if they do.”
“This is a delicate matter,
Contessa. As you know the trade through Venice of late has declined, and the
Doge and Council of Ten are, let me be frank, in straightened circumstances.”
“Allessandro Fernasse, I’m
perfectly aware the interest on my loans to the Doge is due for payment in a
matter of days. No doubt you’ve been sent here to crawl on behalf of the
Council of Ten to renegotiate the interest payments. And, knowing the perverse
lecher you are, I don’t doubt you’d also like to avail yourself of the
entertainments I offer. You will see I have acquired a new slave and slave girl
since you were last here. The girl is especially delicious don’t you think… and
very willing.”
The corpulent
representative of the Council of Ten squirms uncomfortably in his seat, sweat dripping
from his forehead. I’m intrigued by this exchange. It explains a lot. Venice is
a place where money rules. This must be the hold La Contessa has over the
ruling elite of the city, making her untouchable in whatever she does.
“Yes, Contessa, on behalf of the Council I’m here to ask for a rescheduling of our debts.”
La Contessa raises an
eyebrow, “Ask? You mean beg, surely.”
“Well, to discuss what
mutually beneficial arrangements we might come to,” splutters Fernasse.
“Ha! You mean beg. And yes,
I will make you beg! Get out of the chair onto your knees and crawl towards
me.”
“But, Contessa, is it your
intention to humiliate me?”
“Yes, indeed it is. Do as I
say and get on your knees or there will be no negotiation. I will simply insist
on the repayment of my loan. You know the consequences.”
Offered no alternative,
Fernasse heaves his body out of the chair and gets down on his knees. He crawls
the short distance to where La Contessa sits, her hand outstretched ready for
him. He takes it in his hand and kisses it. There is a pause.
"Yes?” prompts La Contessa.
“Contessa, I beg you on
behalf of the Doge and the Council of Ten to extend the period of your loan to
the city for six months. We are expecting a fleet of merchant ships to arrive
from the Far East by then with goods we can trade. I beg you to grant us this
favour.”
“That’s better. And tell
the Doge, next time he wants to reschedule his debts, he must come himself, and
I will make him get down on his knees
and crawl. I am minded to agree to an extension but I do have further
conditions; a few trifles to satisfy my whims.”
“Yes, Contessa; let me know
what they are. I’m confident we will be able to accommodate them,” said
Fernasse, still on his knees.
“The first stipulation is
that, on the final day of Carnevale,
I will expect my barge to lead the procession along the Grand Canal, and for
the ball to be held in my palazzo.”
“Why yes, Contessa, we
would be honoured for you to host the Carnevale’s
masked ball,” he says, relieved at the relative modesty of the request.
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