Some years ago, when I first launched into the Scene as a professional Domme and designed my own website, I unwittingly caused chaos when I put the following page online. I got thousands of hits from... students researching life in 17th century Italy. Those poor students got more than they had bargained for.
Incidentally, Pietro did come to me... in the form of Archangel, my long-term lifestyle slave. What more proof does one need that the Universe has a perverse sense of humour!
Roger_beau is a very talented photographer and had granted me permission to use his picture on my pro website.
Incidentally, Pietro did come to me... in the form of Archangel, my long-term lifestyle slave. What more proof does one need that the Universe has a perverse sense of humour!
Photo credit: Verte orange a Venise, by Roger_beau, 2002
La Contessa dei Fiori
How it all began
Italy - late 17th century. La Contessa takes refuge in the island of Capri. Several of her followers elect to serve her in exile; among them is Pietro, a man said to possess magic powers. Out of great love and fear for his Mistress, he concocts a potion which puts La Contessa to deep sleep. The Contessa's followers hide her body from her persecutors knowing that a day will come, when most of them have perished, that she will wake up and be free to enjoy life once again. Pietro writes a letter to his Mistress apologising for his worthlessness which we have attached in translation:
My Lady,
this humble servant of yours begs your forgiveness for having failed you. You had ordered him to prepare enough potion to put both you and him into deep sleep but he failed to assemble enough raw material to do so. Feeling that your survival was more important than his, he elected to die by your side, thus forever remaining faithful to you, his spirit an eternal guardian of his Mistress. Please forgive your humble servant's misdeeds and may you always reign in peace!
Eternally devoted,
pietro
La Contessa was asleep for 3 centuries - her body perfectly preserved against the passage of time by the potion. Then one day she woke up. She woke up to a strange new world, completely deprived of her riches and loyal subjects. The Contessa read the note left to her by her favourite servant and wept bitterly. You see, she was in love with him, though she never let anyone know that. And now he was gone! The very one person La Contessa would have wished to have spent her life with was long since dead and buried ...
La Contessa dried her tears in her threadbare handkerchief, picked up a leather pouch containing a few pieces of gold left to her by her servants and made her slow descent into the bustling town.
The reader does not need to be concerned with the details of the Contessa's hardships between the day she woke up and now. Let it be sufficient to say that she is trying to pick up the pieces of what was once a glorious life in 17th century Italy, in today's London, struggling to survive in emotional solitude, a stranger among strangers...
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If you, after having read this, wish to help La Contessa ease her sorrow and regain her royal status, you are invited to express your sympathy in a respectful letter. The Contessa is convinced that Pietro will one day return to her from after-life in the form of a willing slave. And till the last breath leaves her body, she intends to go on searching for her one and only true love and subject!
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