Mistress Of The Air
S. Nano
Genre: Comic, Steampunk, Erotica
Publisher: eXcessica
Date of Publication: 21st April 2017
ISBN: 978-1545250242
ASIN: B06Y6GVGYF
Number of pages: 270
Word Count: 79,000
Cover Artist: Kevin Blisse
Book Description:
Mistress Of The Air is a Comic, Steampunk, Erotic Adventure.
Lady Sally Rudston-Chichester owns a brass mine in Zanzibar, a Lapsang Souchong tea plantation in China, a rubber farm in Malaysia, trunk loads of corsetry, and the country’s largest collection of antique whips.
Larger than life, and itching to find new and inventive ways to punish her submissive gentlemen, the Edwardian dominatrix has a vision. Embracing the spirit of the age of aviation, she embarks on a series of adventures on her airship, ‘The Corseted Domme’, with her transvestite maid, Victoria, her airship pilot, Captain Wyndham, and her automaton sex-doll, Borghild.
A select group of submissive gentlemen, consisting of a duke, bishop, lawyer and banker, is invited to join Lady Sally so she can try out her dastardly, electric and steam-powered devices on them. She spanks, whips, and punishes her way across the Empires of Europe, dropping off to visit her aristocratic relatives and friends for afternoon tea.
But Lady Sally’s journey is not uneventful. War is threatening to break out and the Ministry of Aviation want to commandeer her airship for the war effort. And when ‘The Corseted Domme’ has a crash landing, Lady Sally realises there is a stowaway on board intent on sabotaging her airship.
‘Mistress of the Air’ is a genre-crossing comic, Steampunk, erotic adventure as Lady Sally delivers a BDSM kick up the back-side to the Edwardian country house novel.
Extract 2
They
arrived back at the mast where The
Corseted Domme was moored to be met by a moustached gentleman in a bowler
hat and pin-striped suit.
“Lady
Sally Rudston-Chichester?” he enquired.
“Yes,
that is me. What can I do for you?”
“I’m
from the British Consulate in Essen. I am to deliver this letter to you from the
Ministry of War. I’ve been directed to accompany you back to England with your
airship, it’s being requisitioned by the Ministry.”
Lady
Sally opened the letter and read it. It basically reiterated the message the
gentleman had just conveyed. She passed it to Captain Wyndham to read.
“I’m
sorry, Lady Sally,” he said, with genuine sympathy and disappointment. “And so
soon after you’d set off on your adventures.”
She
fixed the captain with a piercing and meaningful gaze.
“Indeed.
Leave this to me captain. I shall discuss the arrangements with the gentleman
from the Ministry here. In the meantime, I suggest you take the cargo aboard
and fire up the engines so we can make as
quick a departure as possible… for the benefit of the man from the
Ministry, of course.”
She
was plotting something, “Of course Lady Sally, I’ll have her ready to set off as soon as madam is aboard.”
“Thank
you, captain,” she said, turning back to the gentleman as Wyndham and Victoria
heaved the crate into the lift in the mooring tower.
“Well,
I can’t deny I’m not disappointed, sir, but never mind, these things happen.
Stiff upper lip and all that, what? You are most welcome on The Corseted Domme, I’m sure you’ll find
me most accommodating.”
Lady
Sally did indeed have a plan.
Stage
one: play for time and lure one’s victim into a false sense of security.
“Let it not be said Lady Sally
Rudston-Chichester is not a hospitable host. We must partake of some tea when
we board. I’m sure you must be parched waiting out here for so long. How
tiresome for you. I recommend a nice cup of Darjeeling. It makes a very
refreshing brew. Did you know the leaves come from my own plantation in the
foothills of the Himalayas? I am something of an expert on the subject and take
pride in ensuring only the most fragrant of leaves are used in my teas…”
Lady
Sally proceeded to describe her plantations in great detail and the flavours of
the teas grown on them. She gave a lecture on the benefits of tea drinking (so
much more invigorating than that horrid, bitter coffee stuff) and explained how
the British Empire was built on tea drinking.
Eventually,
after a ten-minute diatribe, Lady Sally heard the engines fire up.
Stage
two: make best use of one’s assets
“Oh
dear, all this talk of tea has made me quite hot and bothered.”
She
removed the velvet mantle from her shoulders. Her breasts, pushed up by the
corset under her dress, were beautiful orbs of white flesh. The man from the
Ministry, being somewhat shorter than Lady Sally, had a view right down her
cleavage. It never failed. Lady Sally had found that every male, when faced
with a pair of such magnificent boobs, would lose all concentration and sense.
Throughout her life this was a weakness she had learnt to exploit.
Stage
three: act swiftly.
She
brought her knee up into his testicles. Lady Sally’s aim was very precise; it
came from years of practise. She knew the exact spot to cause the most
excruciating pain. The man from the Ministry doubled up in agony.
Stage
four: press home one’s advantage.
With
the gentleman bent over clutching his aching balls, Lady Sally wasted no time
in pushing him against the metal frame of the mooring tower. She produced coils
of thin cord from within the confines of the velvet dress, and within seconds
had the man’s wrists secured to the tower. She soon had his ankles tied
together. The man from the Ministry did not know what had hit him.
“You
dally with England’s strictest dominatrix at your peril, sir. The Corseted Domme is built for
pleasure… my pleasure, and I will not have her used for any other purpose,
certainly not to propagate any pointless war. I bid you good day, sir. This is
a busy airship station so I expect somebody will be along soon to release you.”
At
that, Lady Sally left her unfortunate victim tied to the mooring tower, and
headed off for her airship.
She
burst into the control room. The engines were already thrumming, and the
propellers whirring. Captain Wyndham was ready for launch and Clarissa had her
brass hand clutched on the tiller ready to operate the elevators.
“Set
off now, captain. We need to get away as soon as possible.”
The
captain gave the order to release the cable from the mooring tower. In an
instance the giant dirigible reversed, turning around in one sweeping movement,
and accelerated up into the air.
“Where’s
the man from the Ministry?” asked Captain Wyndham.
“He’s
a little tied up at the moment.”
The
captain laughed. He knew Lady Sally was planning something, “How did you manage
that?”
“As a
strict dominatrix, I always carry rope in my undergarments, one never knows
when one might require some. Oh, and I kneed him in the balls too.”
About the Author:
S. Nano is an author of erotic stories with dark and exotic content in fantasy, paranormal or historical settings, often drawing on the themes of female supremacy, BDSM and fetish but with a seam of quirky humour running through them as well.
His first full-length erotic novel, ‘Adventures in Fetishland’, a BDSM/fetish re-invention of Alice in Wonderland, was published by Xcite Books. His short stories and novellas have been published by Xcite Books, House of Erotica, Forbidden Fiction, Coming Together and Greenwoman Publishing.
His second novel, ‘Mistress Of The Air’, a comic, Steampunk, erotic adventure will be published by eXcessica on 21st April 2017.
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