Tuesday, June 6, 2017

Mistress Of The Air by S. Nano




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.


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Extract 4
“I’m very disappointed in you brigadier… very disappointed.”
Lady Sally was back at Rudston Hall, ‘entertaining’ one of her submissive gentlemen, who was secured onto a whipping bench in one of the rooms dedicated to domination and punishment.
Indeed, most of the rooms of the house were put aside for that purpose, rendering it a playground for the expression of Lady Sally’s dominatrix persona. Except the kitchen. Cook had stood firmly to her ground, insisting none of her mistress’s strange goings-on take place in her domain. “It’s disgusting, milady,” she said. “Quite unhygienic. I can’t have those bodily fluids around where I’m mixing cakes!”
Lady Sally circled the whipping bench menacingly, the brigadier following the sound of her heels clicking on the parquet flooring until they came to rest in front of him. The scarlet silk of her corset brushed against the hairs of his handlebar moustache. The firm, white flesh between the straps of her black suspender-belt were before his eyes, allowing him to stare down at her elegant legs in their black stockings. The smell of her, musky and sensual, was intoxicating. As he glanced up from his restrained position, he noted the wooden paddle cradled in her silk-gloved hand.
“I’m sorry, mistress. I’m disappointed myself. I should have loved to join your adventure, but I’ve been called back to my regiment.”
“Huh,” Lady Sally sniffed. “All that pointless marching and parading. You should send your soldiers to me. I’d soon instil some discipline in them!”
“I don’t doubt that, mistress.”
Brigadier Trumpington was left helplessly exposed. The regimental uniform of the Rutshire Hussars was left draped over a velvet chair, and he was now naked, kneeling on the bench, his ankles and wrists shackled to its wooden frame with handcuffs, his arse sticking up invitingly into the air.
It was too tempting a target for Lady Sally to ignore. She lifted her arm and whacked the paddle against the brigadier’s backside. There was a thud, then a yelp of pain. His flabby arse wobbled like the jellies cook created with the hundreds of brass moulds in her kitchen.
She fixed her gaze on him, peering through a black mask which highlighted her penetrating eyes lined by dark kohl.
“It’s your loss brigadier. This will be an adventure like no other; I’m so looking forward to it. I shall be a Mistress of the Air, floating in the clouds whilst administering cruel punishments to a select group of helpless slaves. And I have all manner of new dastardly devices to experiment with. There will be clockwork and steam-powered implements of torment. My workshop has been working over-time to get them ready. And you will forgo all the excitement...”
“I’m so disappointed, mistress. I know what a privilege it is to be invited, and I should love to be joining you.”
“Well, it’s a poor show, brigadier, that’s all I have to say. I am of the opinion you should prioritise service to your mistress over these military shenanigans. What have you to say to that?”
“I’m truly sorry, mistress, but if I don’t return to the regiment this weekend, I’ll be court-martialled.”
“It would be a small price to pay for displeasing me. You would just have to tell them you simply had to serve your mistress, and she insisted on taking you on an adventure.” Lady Sally hesitated, a subtle smile spreading across her lips, “But tell me, brigadier, if you were subject to a court-martial, what punishment would it impose?”
The brigadier was disconcerted by Lady Sally’s smile–it was a bad omen. From bitter experience, it usually meant she was having a fiendish idea. A trap was being laid for him.
“Well, mistress, if it were deemed to constitute desertion, then it would be a treasonable offence, and the punishment would be execution by hanging.”
“But taking into consideration the mitigating circumstances of having a mistress to submit to, what punishment then?”
“I don’t know. I doubt such a case has come before the military tribunal, mistress.”
“You think not?”
The paddle came crashing down on the brigadier’s arse again. He howled in pain. He hadn’t prepared himself for the heavy stroke. The tingling pain spread across his backside like spiky tentacles.
“Yet, I know how many of the officer class indulge themselves of chastisement from a strict mistress. Come now, you are raised on corporal punishment–a strict governess, public school, Sandringham, the barracks. You cannot resist a good caning… and if it’s from a sexy mistress, skilled in the arts of sadistic punishment, like yours truly, then all the better.”
“Yes, mistress. Of course, mistress. It’s true, who could not resist the magnificent Lady Sally Rudston-Chichester.”
“I know what sentence a court-martial would pass. They would give a full judicial punishment, would they not?”
The brigadier gulped, “Yes, mistress.”
“So there, the dilemma of how I should deal with your disobedience is resolved. For failing to join my airship adventure, the punishment is a judicial flogging and caning,” Lady Sally announced triumphantly. 
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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