Mistress of the Air Ch. 31

They rushed out the gates of the palace, crammed into the steam-powered carriage, whose engine had been left stoked up in anticipation of the need for a speedy getaway. The carriage bounced through the narrow alleys of Istanbul at top speed, the chauffer honking its horn at any unfortunate person who got in his way.

The girls were dispersed into the alleyways of the city along the way, to be reunited with friends and family. Since the eunuchs of the harem kept no record of where the girls were picked up, or even their real names, the chances of the sultan recapturing them were slim. The girl Nisahur and her sister Sehra were effusive in their gratitude to Lady Sally, their earlier misgivings about the venture completely forgotten following the daring rescue.

They sped back to the airfield and hurriedly embarked onto the airship. They were just in time. Clearly the bound sultan and his entourage had been discovered, and the alarm sent out. The sultan's guard, armed with curved scimitars, swamped the airship station. The captain smiled. It was quaint, swords against lightning guns and the fastest airship in Christendom.

Fortunately, the captain ensured the crew and rigger-men were prepared for take-off before they departed for the palace, suspecting, with justification, they might be making another hasty departure. The Corseted Domme was ready just in time. The guy lines were already released so once the engines fired up the majestic dirigible swept up into the air, leaving the sultan's enraged guard on the ground.

The captain still had the fez on. As the airship rose up through the sky, he looked around him, and gasped, "Oh wow, that's just amazing, the sky's so bright and the clouds are so fluffy."

After the escapade, he'd come over ravenously hungry. He hoped cook had a decent dinner prepared, he could stuff a whole saddle of lamb.

Meanwhile, Lady Sally had taken up a position at the viewing window to the rear of the gondola. She laughed as she watched the comical spectacle of the sultan's guards in their turbans, tunics, and pantaloons receding into the distance as they waved their scimitars angrily at the airship

Lady Sally Rudston-Chichester had done it again. She completed the mission of freeing the harem slave girls from the clutches of the sultan. Who knows what debauched activities they had been forced to do. Not that Lady Sally was opposed to debauchery in principle, quite the contrary. It's just that, at least her slaves consented to her methods of exquisite domination. They were free to leave at any time. It was a testament to her charisma and skill that none ever availed themselves of that option; they were perfectly willing to submit to her.

Lady Sally was not one to miss a chance for erotic play and, seeing the men still dressed as belly-dancers, her mind turned to how to make best use of the opportunity. It would be rather wonderful to see them dance for her though she considered they might need an incentive to do so. She had just the device for that.

The wooden box she needed was in the playroom as it was her intention to use this particular toy next, and it was perfect for what she planned. She opened it and peered at a mass of wires with rubber-coated, metal clamps attached. The box consisted of a battery and a dial for adjusting the current. The principle of the design was not dissimilar to the electro-vibrator Lady Sally had already used, but with the sole attachment being the clamps. These she could attach to any sensitive part of the male anatomy, nipples or balls being the obvious candidates.

"I'm going to have a little competition to find the best belly-dancer," announced Lady Sally.

"But I can't dance, mistress," complained the banker.

"That's irrelevant. I shall make you dance. I expect you to enter into the spirit of the competition."

She started with the banker, removing the padding from inside the top of his costume and attaching a clamp to each nipple. He flinched as it squeezed tight onto the sensitive bud, the rubber-coated metal digging into his sensitive flesh. Lady Sally pushed his skimpy skirt to one side, attaching another two clamps to the sac of his balls.

She turned the dial on the box. At first the results were disappointing, so she had to turn the current up higher. The box buzzed, and the little clamps began to vibrate. The effect was highly entertaining for Lady Sally as the banker twisted and jiggled before her. The vibrating clamps generated a pricking sensation that made it impossible to stand still. The nipples were especially sensitive as the throbbing clips drove the banker to a frenzy of distraction.

"Now dance for me," she encouraged.

He attempted to gyrate his body and twist his hands in the fashion of a genuine belly dancer. Watching the roll of fat around his belly rotate and wobble was comical though. Lady Sally was in hysterics at the performance. He had at least given it a try.

She tried the device out on her other slaves with mixed effects. The judge was rather good, much to Lady Sally's surprise. He took off the veil and twirled it around him to good effect. The bishop was gangly and uncoordinated, and definitely came last in the competition, the banker at least having made an attempt to entertain her.

Not surprisingly, it was the duke that excelled at the game. He had the build of a dancer and, furthermore, he revelled in the opportunity to dress as a girl and perform for his mistress. She turned the current up to its highest setting for the duke to induce him into an ever more extravagant display. The clamps buzzed and vibrated, but he used the throbbing pain to drive him into a wilder, more seductive dance. He held his arms above his head and wiggled his hips, he fluttered his eyelids at Lady Sally, then removed the veil to incorporate it in his dance, using it to feign a sexual tease.

"A new vocation awaits you, duke," she applauded. "If the family's fortunes go into decline, you will be able to work in the gentlemen's clubs of Soho as a transvestite, erotic dancer."

She called on Victoria to bring the other electro-vibrating toy from her quarters so she could use both devices at the same time.

The captain appeared from the control room to get directions from Lady Sally for her next destination, following their enforced flight from Istanbul. He had changed back into his working clothes and was wearing his long, oil-splattered canvas coat as he'd just come from the engine room.

"Ah captain, have you come to do a dance for me?"

"Well, not really your ladyship."

"Oh, come now, you must join the fun." She held up the vibrating clamps and teased him with them, "Or do I have to attach these to induce you to dance for me."

Captain Wyndham was embarrassed. He didn't consider himself to be much of a dancer, but he didn't want to let Lady Sally down, and neither did he want the vibrating clamps on any part of his anatomy. He had learnt dances from native warriors during his time in the Zulu Wars so took it upon himself to perform one of these.

It was the most astonishing and energetic display. It was a war dance, performed by Zulu warriors before going into battle. He leapt around the dungeon equipment, his long coat flying around him. He took up one of Lady Sally's canes, incorporating it into the dance and wielding it like a Zulu spear.

Lady Sally was surprised. The captain's manner was usually so respectful, so to see him act out this wild, extravagant dance was quite an eye-opener.

She applauded, as did the other men, "Bravo captain. That's splendid, we've seen another side to you today."

"Thank you, madam," he mumbled, shocking himself at the extroverted display, which he'd forced out to please Lady Sally. "And where is your ladyship's next destination? We're flying over the Aegean Sea, heading towards Greece at the moment."

"Well, you can't get a decent cup of tea in Greece, so I'm not stopping there. We are heading for the Italian Empire, and Naples. There's a bronze statue of me for Rudston Hall that's awaiting collection, and I fancy examining the erotic frescoes at Pompeii. I should take on the role of tourist for at least one of my destinations."

"Very well, madam," he stood waiting to be dismissed when Victoria returned with the other wooden box containing the electro-massager.

Lady Sally wasted no time in getting the device out. She fitted the copper wire attachment with a view to using it in conjunction with the vibrating clips. She placed the wooden box on the rack and stood by it, her back to Captain Wyndham. She was ready to turn the crank around to get a strong current flowing, but on merely touching the handle blue sparks sprayed out from it, and she was propelled straight across the room. The captain, seeing the electric shock from the box, leapt forward to catch Lady Sally in his broad shoulders before she fell onto the floor.

The four men jumped forward to see how she was, concern etched on their faces. Victoria was in hysterics.

"Madam, oh madam, are you ok? What happened?"

Lady Sally lay in the captain's arms, her eyes closed, her usually immaculate hair turned into a frizz by the electric shock. The captain took her pulse... it was weak.

He sprang into action. She was still trussed up in the velvet dress she wore for the raid on the harem. He wasted no time in unbuttoning it. Underneath were the laces of her corset, pulled tight. He frantically began loosening the cords.

"You can't touch her corset," gasped Victoria.

"I must. It's restricting her breathing. Now everybody stand back and let her get air."

"Is mistress alright?" asked the judge anxiously, echoing the concerns of all of them.

The captain ignored him, pressing on with what needed to be done. There was no time to waste. Having completely untied the corset he folded the dress back and pulled the corset away from her body, slinging it behind him aimlessly. Victoria picked it up and was fingering it nervously whilst she looked upon her unconscious mistress.

Lady Sally's bare breasts were under the captain's nose, but this was no time to admire them. He cupped the white flesh in his hands, pressing hard-on the bottom of her breast against her heart. He pumped vigorously for a minute. Then he leaned over her, opened her mouth and put his lips to hers to give mouth to mouth resuscitation. After a minute he pulled away. He was pumping her heart hard, and his lips were at the point of touching hers again when Lady Sally's eyes flickered open.

"Mm," she mumbled, "don't stop captain, that feels rather nice."

"You're alive," shouted Victoria in relief.

Captain Wyndham crouched over Lady Sally, her tit in his hand, his eyes staring into hers, the hint of smile on her red lips. She looked dishevelled, and vulnerable for once, but sexier for that. He released hold of her boob.

"Are you alright, Lady Sally?"

"Yes, thank you, captain."

By now the other men were fussing around her, Victoria in particular. They were relieved to see her sat up again, breathing, and heart beating. Indeed, it was not long before she was back to her normal self.

"Really, stop fussing. It was just a little electric shock. I'm perfectly alright. It was just an accident. These things happen with electricity."

The captain receded into the background. He had other thoughts.

He examined the wooden box. There were fresh scratches on the wood near the screw holes. It had been opened... and recently. He cursed. With the adventures in Istanbul they had not been paying enough attention to the stowaway. The crew had been on guard whilst The Corseted Domme had been moored, and nothing untoward was reported, but the intruder was still at large. He got his screwdriver from his coat pocket and opened up the base of the electro-vibrator. His suspicions were confirmed. The wiring had been tampered with. Lady Sally's electric shock was no accident... it was deliberate.