The fun went on into the evening, and ended with the dwarf being invited back to Lady Sally's bedchamber, much to the envy of Victoria, the four gentlemen and, though he was reluctant to admit it, Captain Wyndham. The squeals of pleasure from the room echoed through the passages of the gondola through the night.
The dwarf was an enthusiastic convert from spying to debauchery.
Her name was Frau Kina Linguzh. She was born in Poland, moved to Germany where the Hanoverian Society of Lesbian Dwarves was known to be especially active, and through them recruited into the Prussian Secret Service. It turned out she had many humorous stories about hiding in wardrobes, cupboards and drawers spying on British, French, Russian and Austrian Empire diplomats, and their sexual shenanigans. She promised to introduce Lady Sally and her gentlemen to the exciting erotic delights of voyeurism, which she had acquired from her experiences as a spy.
Overnight they flew over the Adriatic Sea heading towards their next destination, the Italian Empire, and the city of Naples. Lady Sally was excited. Other aristocratic tourists visited Venice and Florence, attracted by the wonders of Renaissance art and architecture. Lady Sally's tastes were more exotic; her ambition was to see the erotic frescoes at Pompeii.
The Corseted Domme
took a route following the Amalfi coast, over the elegant Italian resort of Sorrento towards the port of Naples. As the airship descended, Lady Sally took her place in the cockpit alongside the captain and Clarissa. She insisted on flying the airship over Mount Vesuvius.
"Over a volcano," queried her maid, "isn't that dangerous?"
"It's ok, Victoria. It erupted in '06, it won't blow again for decades," explained the captain.
The maid looked sceptical as she stared into the crater at the seething lava and wisps of steam and smoke floating up into the sky, "Yes, but you know stuff happens when madam is around."
"Cheer up, Victoria, you know what they say, S
ee Naples... and die!
"
"Thanks, that's all I need," she groaned.
Captain Wyndham sought out the mooring mast on the dockside. Naples was a huge, sprawling port-city, dominated by its massive, medieval fortress, the Castel Nuovo. It was also extremely poor.
The Corseted Domme
was a revelation to the city's residents. As usual, the airship attracted attention, and soon a horde of curious, bare-footed street kids surrounded her.
"I'm simply ravenous. Captain, go ahead and order pizzas from a stall on the dockside. We'll join you in a minute when we're ready to disembark. Mine is a Pizza Napoletana, and make sure it's made with
San Marzano
tomatoes, they grow on the volcanic plains below Vesuvius... oh, and order plenty of carafes of red wine. I think we deserve a celebration after surviving so many alarms and exposing our stowaway."
"What's pizza?" asked her maid, suspicious about her next culinary experience after the horse's testicle.
"You'll love it. It's thin bread with tomato and cheese and different toppings. Everybody loves pizza! Besides it's the local fare, so we must partake of it."
The party, which included their new companion, Frau Kina Linguzh, sat overlooking the harbour at simple tables with checked table-cloths laden with massive pizzas, drinking copious amounts of wine.
They were soon joined by cook who, hearing of mistress's impromptu meal on the dockside, was on the warpath.
"Milady, what's this muck you're eating. I've kitchens full of venison bred on your Scottish estate, Gressingham duck and corn-fed spatchcock chickens. I've fresh vegetables from your kitchen garden. I tell you, this stuff will bung you up, milady. I remember from when you were a child, you always needed brussel sprouts to make you fart. Peasant food, that's what it is, milady. It's beneath an aristocratic lady like yerself."
"Really cook, that's way too much information. It's merely a snack of the local delicacy. And I will eat what I wish. Now get back to the kitchen and prepare dinner."
Cook stormed back to the airship in a huff.
