Guest Blog – S. Nano

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La Camorra – the Neapolitan mafia

Lady Sally Rudston-Chichester’s airship travels take her to the Italian Empire. She drops in on Naples for some pizza, and to collect a bronze statue of herself. But the main reason for stopping there is to view the erotic frescoes at the nearby archaeological site of Pompeii.

On the quay side of the port where her airship docks Lady Sally meets with her agent in Naples, Signore Fellatio. It’s clear he’s a member of the Camorra, much to the concern of Captain Wyndham, her airship pilot.

He had good reason because the Camorra were a criminal secret society, renowned for their control over the city of Naples…and their brutality. They were a kind of Neapolitan mafia. They orchestrated criminal activities – smuggling, blackmail and extortion and corrupted local politicians and public officers. Not that this would bother Lady Sally! As she says – if you want to trade through the port of Naples, you have to deal with the Camorra.

Luckily, the Camorra are on Lady Sally’s side and offer their protection to her whilst she’s in Naples. And since loyalty, honour and control over their patch are part of the Camorra code, they are formidable allies.

Another interesting thing about the Camorra is the distinctive tattoos they wore. These included the amulet to ward against the evil eye, a comet as a symbol of good fortune, a key for secrecy and a rat for joy. They also had the names of their mistresses tattooed on their hands or bodies. Lady Sally is amused by Signore Fellatio’s tattoo of a woman seen from the back with the inscription ‘in your arse I have lost half of my cock’. This is based on an actual Camorra tattoo.

Lady Sally’s adventures come to a rousing climax in Pompeii, and the Camorra have a part to play, though you’ll have to read the book to find out how!

Book Blurb

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 tree farm in Malaysia, trunk loads of corsetry, and the country’s largest collection of antique whips and floggers.

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 new age of aviation, she embarks on a series of adventures on her own airship, The Corseted Domme, with her transvestite maid, Victoria, her airship pilot, Captain Wyndham, and her automaton sex toy, 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 new dastardly devices and sex toys on them. She whips, spanks 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.

There will be wild escapades, kinky BDSM, dastardly devices, explosions and nice cups of tea.

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Story extract

“Ah, this is the life. My enemies are left far behind, so we can relax, safe in the Italian Empire, eating pizza and drinking wine. I just need to wait at the dockside and take delivery of my statue. You know, I’ve commissioned a bronze statue of myself for the courtyard at Rudston Hall. My agent here has arranged for me to collect it.”

“A bronze statue?” Captain Wyndham smiled. “I presume that, as well as a brass mine, Lady Sally has a bronze mine too?”

She looked askance at him with an expression of disdain, “What are you talking about, captain? Are you making fun of me? Everybody knows bronze is an alloy of copper and tin, so a bronze mine is quite impossible. I’m most surprised at you captain. I thought a man of the world like yourself knew such things.”

Captain Wyndham was left open-mouthed, before spluttering, “But, wait a minute, what about your bra…”

He was cut off in his protestations by a dismissive wave of Lady Sally’s hand and the sound of wheels rattling ponderously along the cobbled streets of the docks. A cart, pulled by twenty horses, turned the corner and came into sight

And what a magnificent sight it was. Mounted on the cart was an enormous bronze statue, lines of rope securing it into place. The representation was at least four or five times larger than the real-life Lady Sally Rudston-Chichester, which was a scary prospect. It was a remarkable and unmistakable likeness, which captured her in a dominant pose with a fearsome expression. She was depicted wearing a corset and thigh-length boots, a whip grasped in her hand, its bronze thongs dangling menacingly

“How splendid,” exclaimed Lady Sally. “I’m overwhelmed. What an accurate characterisation. I love the bronze moulding on my cleavage, and they’ve even managed to capture my phoenix tattoo.”

Bonjourno, Lady Sally. What a delight it is to meet-a you again. You look-a more stunning than ever. You-a English ladies are bellissima.”

He was introduced to them as Signore Giovanni Fellatio, a Neapolitan gentleman with a closely shaven beard, dressed in black. He was burly and muscular, with an aspect like the dockers at the port, yet, in contrast to this there were obvious displays of wealth, a gold fob watch and silver-tipped cane. He strode up to Lady Sally and demonstratively kissed her on both cheeks.

“Thank you, Signore. You flatter me. And how is business?”

“Ah, well-a this is Napoli, my lady, everything is chaotic! But it’s-a always a pleasure to do business with the dominant-a English ladies. Your-a crates of wine are-a following in another cart.”

Captain Wyndham studied the man with suspicion. He had been to Naples before, had stopped there briefly on the way back from Khartoum after fighting for the British Empire in the Sudan. He noted the lion-headed ring. He recognised the striking markings: a rat, a key, and a line of women’s names (almost certainly his mistresses), tattooed on the back of the Italian gentleman’s hand… and he was concerned. Lady Sally certainly kept strange company.

“And what-a are your plans whilst your ladyship is in-a Napoli.”

“Tomorrow I’m planning a visit to Pompeii to examine the erotic frescoes. It’s always been an ambition of mine. I don’t much care for Renaissance art, but one cannot beat fine erotic etchings.”

“An excellent-a choice, my lady. But do you intend to go alone with just your friends?” he asked, glancing disdainfully at the four strange gentlemen, Victoria in her French maid’s uniform, and a lady dwarf. “I do not-a recommend that. I will a offer-a you my protection.”

“Do you believe that’s necessary, Signore Fellatio?”

“Most-a definitely. The bay of Napoli is lawless. A rich-a English lady is a target for thieves. And-a you know the motto of my brethren, Loyalty, Honour… Revenge. You know-a we look after our friends-a.”

The captain looked alarmed. His suspicions were confirmed.

“Well, that’s most kind of you. And quite right too; Loyalty, Honour… Revenge, that is, indeed, a creed I follow in my own way… and expect my submissive slaves to adhere to, especially the loyalty. You are very generous. But your protection will be discreet, won’t it?”

“Lady Sally, our-a brethren are always discreet.”

“Excellent, so that’s settled then. You must join us for dinner on The Corseted Domme.”

“It would be-a pleasure, but now I have-a more business to attend to. Bonjourno, mia bellezza.”

Lady Sally poured herself another glass of red wine, “There, you see, what gentlemen the Italians are.”

Captain Wyndham did not look impressed, “But, madam, surely he’s a member of the Camorra?”

“What’s the Camorra?” asked the bishop.

The lawyer and banker certainly knew, they looked as alarmed as the captain.

“Well, the Camorra is a society of criminal gangs; basically, they’re a Neapolitan Mafia,” explained the captain

“Oh, don’t be such a fuss-pot, captain. I’ve had a partnership with Signore Fellatio for many years. It’s impossible to do business in Naples without dealing with the Camorra, everything entering and leaving the port is controlled by them. How else am I going to get wine from my Tuscan vineyards shipped to Rudston Hall? If Signore Fellatio says they will protect us, then I believe him. Besides, they’re extremely loyal to their friends.”

“… And extremely murderous to their enemies,” the captain muttered under his breath.


About the author

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’ was published by eXcessica on 21st April 2017.

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