La Contessa(House of Erotica, 2023)

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Book Blurb

The most decadent city. The most perverted mistress.

Renowned for her beauty and cruelty, La Contessa’s reputation as a dominatrix is well established. And 18th century Venice has degenerated into a decadent and lascivious city, a 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.

Story extract

This is a favourite place to ply my trade. Leaning against the flaking stucco of this dilapidated warehouse, the flickering wall lamps transform me into a shadowy figure of mystery as my alluring silhouette entices clientele into the dark passages of Venice.

From this spot I can see down the alleyway to a landing stage where gondolas are moored. If I glance to the left, I have a view of Campo di San Canciano with its numerous taverns and brothels, and the customers of Il Toro Nero as they stumble drunk into the night air. There can be no doubt in anybody’s mind what I’m offering when they see my slender, well-toned frame leaning against the wall, and the seductive glint in my eye. Oh yes, the Cannaregio is notorious. No-one scouring the alleyways in this district is ignorant of the erotic delights on offer here

Tonight is unusually quiet. From this location there are many places I can take my clients depending on what perverse desires they have. There are the hidden, arched entrances of the disused warehouses and dilapidated merchant houses, once thriving and bustling, but long empty since the decline of trade through Venice. Occasionally it’s possible to sneak down to the gondolas bobbing restlessly on the canal for an encounter requiring more comfort. Often I’ve been chased off by an irate gondolier. Others know me well and, when it’s quiet, will let me use their gondola in exchange for a few soldi.

I could choose to work in the comfort of a brothel or a tavern like Il Toro, but why should I have my hard earned money creamed off by the madam of a bawdy house? No, I can make a fair charge for my special kind of service and keep the proceeds. And business is good.

You’d think anybody looking for a sexual liaison would yearn for a soft feather bed and a warm fire but no, often that’s not the case. Many of my clients prefer the debauched excitement of being fucked against the wall in an alleyway or having their cock sucked in the gloomy light. The frisson of being discovered is part of the allure. I know I’m good at what I do. I’m young, fit and in good shape. I know my boyish good looks appeal not only to the women seeking sexual excitement, but also to those men whose sexual preferences are for other men. I cater for them all.

My clientele is more varied than you might imagine. You’d think offering myself on the alleyways of Venice would only attract the lowest classes, but that’s not so. Eighteenth century Venice is an open minded, many would say decadent, city. You find all classes here, from nobility, who fancy a dalliance with the perverse, to working men, who will blow their wage on an encounter with a prostitute. They’ll all happily wander the lanes of the Cannaregio to satiate their sexual needs. Yes, I know; I’ve fucked duchesses and countesses.

And then Venice has many foreign visitors on the Grand Tour. They may profess their motive for visiting the city is the magnificent architecture and brilliant art, but the underlying reason is far more risqué. It’s surprising how these aristocrats open up to a street-boy offering sexual services. It’s as if they have a perverse excitement in doing so. I can smell their anticipation as they scour the streets choosing the right woman or man, depending on their preference.

Don’t make the mistake of thinking it’s only men. Oh no, I’ve had countless young aristocrats, married off to an ageing heir by their families, who come to the streets of Venice solely to get fucked. You can hear the sly arguments they put forward, “Oh but Lord Chichester, we simply must go to Venice. It’s the most fashionable place to be seen and the buildings and art are a marvel to behold. Why I was only speaking to Lady Sykes the other day. She has recently returned from a tour of the Alps and Northern Italy, and Venice was the indubitable highlight of her trip.” Yes, I’ve heard the stories. “I’m going to midnight mass in Santa Croce, my love,” she will say, and a compliant servant will chaperone her whilst my cock thrusts into her willing cunt. No other city offers the same range of erotic delights as La Serenissima, the serene Republic.