LA-CONTESSA-FINAL-SNANOLa Contessa, my third full length novel, was published on 26th January by eXcessica. It’s currently available as an e-book and a print version of the book will be available shortly.

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La Contessa

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 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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When I’m finally naked, she gets up from her chair and takes a few steps forward, casting her eyes over me. She circles me a few times inspecting me. I’m conscious of the curves of milky flesh close to my body. The feeling is disconcerting but also highly charged and erotic. I feel a surge of arousal through my cock under the concentrated inspection of my new mistress.

She turns to Julia, “You’ve chosen well. He’s an excellent specimen. He has the physique and physical attributes I need. I can see why you were drawn to him. You’ve done well to find such a young man in the alleyways of the Cannaregio. The question is… does he possess the right mental qualities to serve me?”

She walks another circuit as I stand pensively, small and insignificant. A painted fingernail drags down my back causing a tingle of arousal as it runs along the curves of my muscular backside. She comes back to face me, the flesh of her breasts, thrust up by the tight corsetry, heaves under my nose. Her hands explore my torso, brush underneath the sac of my balls and come to rest on the tip of my erect cock. She’s teasing me, testing me. I know it, but there’s nothing I can do to stop the blood surging through my cock.

“Ah, Julia, I see he has rather a beautiful cock. Did you inspect it for me before you chose to bring him back?”

“Yes, madam.”

She runs her finger along its length and my cock twitches and throbs in response. I say nothing.

“Look at it Julia. It’s splendid. I bet you’d like it inside you. I think you’d love to have it in your cunt, moving inside you, filling you, satisfying you, wouldn’t you?”

“I hadn’t really thought about it, madam.”

Julia’s face reddens.

“Oh no, really, it never crossed your mind when you were inspecting him for me… a hot-blooded girl like yourself,” she teases. “I bet he could give you a good fucking. Did you try him Julia? Did you have him inside you?”

“No madam!” is the indignant reply.

We exchange a furtive glance which I swear La Contessa notices. Julia is sweating and shifting uncomfortably from one foot to the other. She looks guilty. I can’t help but think La Contessa knows she’s lying and is toying with her.

“I don’t blame you, girl. I bet he could make you come. I think he could make you squeal in ecstasy when he thrusts inside you. But you know my rules don’t you? You know I don’t permit sex between my servants. You have to save yourself up for me and my perversions, don’t you?”

By now La Contessa’s hand has strayed under Julia’s skirt, seeking out her cunt. Julia lets out a small whimper and groan as La Contessa’s fingers find the spot. She smiles.

“It’s a shame isn’t it? The discipline I impose on those who serve me.”

She removes her fingers from Julia’s cunt and turns her attention to me. She holds them up to my nose.

“Can you smell her cunt juices? I bet you’d love to gorge on them wouldn’t you?”

I squirm in silence.


My discomfort is intense. What do I say? Yes I would of course, but surely that’s not the answer to give.

“No, mistress.”

“Liar!” she accuses, her voice sharp with reprimand. “Yet your cock tells a different story, doesn’t it? Look at it. Well it’s no matter. You will taste them for me.”

She puts her fingers to my mouth and gently, enticingly, runs them along my lips, forcing them to part so she can ease them into my mouth. I suck on her fingers and drink in the salty juices from Julia’s cunt. My cock is throbbing with need, and I swear I could come any second.

She takes the fingers, wet with my saliva and Julia’s juices, out of my mouth and wraps them around my penis. She squeezes my cock tight.

“It’s still hard. So, what is turning you on? Is it my tits, slave?”

I’m in turmoil. I don’t know what to answer. If I say no, is it an insult? If I say yes?

“They’re beautiful mistress. I’d love to touch them, if I’m permitted.”

Out of the corner of my eye I catch Julia roll her eyes and shake her head. Wrong answer, I suspect.

“For such an impertinence on my personal honour, you must be punished. You see this object; it is an offence to me. It must be aroused only when I need it for my own amusement.”

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Review by: Bob Milnes, Beauty In Ruins blog site Feb, 2018

A powerfully intense reads – works as well as a piece of historical fiction as it does erotica

La Contessa is a powerfully intense read, full of torment and pain, and yet still a pleasure to read. S. Nano has a flair for the genre that actually surpasses it, telling a story that works as well as a piece of historical fiction as it does erotica, driven by characters with whom we all too easily become attached.
Roberto, Julia, and Becky are the trio at the core of the story, but only in so much as their lives revolve around that of La Contessa herself. In a city as decadent as eighteenth-century Venice, the wealthy dominatrix is a masterful manipulator, equally adept at stringing up her slaves as she is at pulling the strings of the aristocracy. It takes a while for her wider-ranging plots to make themselves apparent, but the way Nano plays on the politics and social themes of the time is magnificent.It is Julia who brings Roberto into La Contessa’s service, and we know from the start that their romance is going to cause problems, but it’s the how and the way that drive much of the story’s romantic drama – especially once Becky is introduced as an erotic pawn, used to test the lovers and tempt their jealousies to spill over. Again, it’s all about manipulation, and sometimes it’s the strings that aren’t pulled (yet) that are more dangerous than the ones clenched tight.

Speaking of strings, this story has some of the most innovative and historically accurate scenes of bondage and restraint imaginable, with the most memorable involving an olive press . . . but I’ll leave the rest of that to your imagination. The implements of pain themselves are fairly commonplace, but it’s in their use that Nano proves his erotic mastery. This is not just a story about pain, but about pain having a purpose. There’s a comment made by La Contessa late in the book that I think really defines it:

“To be a true sadist, you must have the artistry of a painter, the perception of a mind reader and,” she lets out a wicked little laugh, “a cruel and twisted imagination. It is not brutal but subtle and refined. It takes a special person to possess it and a particular quality to receive it. Are you that girl Becky?”

While the story lacks the over-the-top humor that made Mistress of the Air one of my favorite reads of last year, there is still enough subtle humor to keep the overall tone balanced. For instance, Lucretia and Viola, the two transvestites who keep showing up at the most unexpected moments, slowly revealing their greater purpose in La Contessa’s schemes, are brilliantly executed to amuse and confound. Their duality and duplicity are largely illustrative of the story as a whole, and a reminder that this is a book consisting of multiple layers, some flagrantly on display, and others hidden and hinted at.