It’s my pleasure, today, to host Kay Jaybee: named Best Erotica Writer of 2015 by the ETO. She also received an honouree mention at the NLA Awards in 2015, for excellence in BDSM writing.

Kay emphasises that, within submissive/dominant erotica writing, she likes to push her protagonists’ comfort zones (and, thereby, those of the reader).

Will the sub go that little bit further for his or her master/mistress?

Will the Dom demand one task too many?

Will trust – and therefore the relationship – be broken as a result?

“The concept of taking a submissive away from where he or she feels safe to do whatever is asked of them, and re-root them in a strange location provides endless plotlines – some light – some very dark indeed. It can produce some incredible story sparks,” Kay explains.

Just as Jess Sanders is adjusting to her new life as the submissive in residence on the fifth floor of The Fables Hotel, her employer, Mrs Peters, makes a startling announcement. She has agreed to loan Jess, and her dominatrix Miss Sarah, to one of their most demanding clients; Mr David Proctor.

Whisked away to The Retreat, a house hidden in a remote part of Scotland, Jess and Miss Sarah find themselves teaching a new submissive how to meet Proctor’s exacting rules.

As Jess comes to terms with the techniques of The Retreat’s overpowering dominatrix, Lady Tia, she discovers that Proctor’s motives may not be all they seem. Just who or what is Fairtasia? And why does Jess feel like she’s walked into a warped fairy tale?

In order to get back to the fifth floor, Jess is going to have to be far more than just a perfect submissive…

Kay asserts that ‘by changing a character’s familiar location, a complex web of anxieties is delivered directly into the writer’s hands’. In the case of The Retreat, she transports her protagonists away from their ‘safe-place’ of the Fables Hotel, showing their personal misgivings under the rule of Mr. Proctor.

Of course, all the best tales have a mystery to solve, and several twists, to keep us guessing. Jess and Miss Sarah are obliged to sift the truth from the lies they’re told, and navigate the dangers of their new home…

Read on for an extract from ‘The Retreat’

The knock at the door was brief, only functioning as an attempt at politeness, before Lady Tia wafted into Elena’s study in a haze of musky perfume. As she clicked on her screensaver, the Scotswoman peered at her assistant over the rim of her glasses. ‘Good evening, Lady Tia. Thank you for coming so promptly.’

‘I am not happy about this situation.’

Dr Ewen’s smile stayed in place, but not so much as a hint of it hit her slate grey eyes as she gave a brittle response. ‘To the point, as ever.’

‘I see no reason to be any other way, especially as I suspect this will have a greater impact on our work here than you imagine.’

Totally unintimidated by the immaculate presence towering over her desk, Elena replied with complete assurance, ‘I expect there to be an impact on our work here. I expect it to improve. To lift us from the small, albeit successful business we have established here serving select holiday makers, to a thriving concern with a constant flow of business trade. Customers Mr Proctor has deemed “special guests”. Ladies and gentleman of some means who, for reasons David may or may not choose to share with us, he has decided to reward with our services rather than financially. This is an opportunity for a new clientele I propose to exploit fully.

‘We are to be a treat. A memorable experience that will ensure his clients wish to work with him again. Never –’ Dr Ewen paused for emphasis ‘– has our work here been so important. Mr Proctor’s influence in the world of business in general, and in PR in particular, is considerable. This alliance can only do us good. We will, as I have explained to you twice before, benefit from these changes. Your position here is not under threat. Nor will it be. That is not why David is having the women bought here.’

Bristling at the implication that she might feel threatened in some way by the two bits of girls being shipped in from the south, Lady Tia curbed the barbed remark that was forming on her tongue. Elena Ewen may have been half her size, but she was the mistress here at The Retreat, and only a fool would forget that her petite, aristocratic frame was capable of keeping even the strongest Dom in his or her place.

Adopting a more civil tone than the one she felt like using, Lady Tia said, ‘I can assure you that I do not feel threatened. However I do resent the fact that this man has, in only a space of six weeks, purchased this place from under us, dismissed our female submissive, and –’ Lady Tia spat out her final words, her displeasure getting the better of her common sense ‘– thinks we require training, when he knows full well you and I have far more years of experience than Laura Peters could ever dream of.’

Rather than reacting with a return of the venom being aimed at her, Elena moved to the plush sofa that ran along the side of her office. Picking up her laptop, she gestured for her companion to approach her as she sat and lifted the screen. ‘I trust you are not wearing underwear?’

Recognising the question for what it was, an instruction and not a query, Lady Tia inched up the skirt of her dress, revealing her muscular chocolate legs, and a shaved pussy that seemed to have the ability to pout as broadly as its owner’s mouth.

Inclining her head a fraction in approval, Elena patted the cushion on the sofa next to her. ‘I would like you to keep your skirt high and sit here.’

As she obeyed, Lady Tia’s eyes were still set in disapproval, but the more defined rise and fall of her breasts was clearly detectable to her manageress’s expert eye.

Dr Ewen pointed toward the laptop’s screen. ‘You see this woman?’

Lady Tia studied the scene as the computer was balanced on her boss’s lap. A young, shapely woman was fastened to a white rope hammock, and her ample tits were squeezed through the gaps in the weave. The slight pot of her tummy was squashed against the rope; her reddened face was a vision of climax-preventing concentration.

‘Let me introduce you to Miss Jess Sanders. You will be meeting her in approximately one hour. She’s been working at Fables for six months. This is a recording of her final training session before being accepted on to the staff permanently. If you continue to watch you will see that she is not alone.’

As the camera angle panned outwards, Lady Tia saw that a man had been laid beneath her, and a battle of wills was obviously in progress to see which of them would break and plead for release first. ‘Do you know the circumstances behind this session, doctor?’

‘No. I do know, however, that the gentleman you can see is Mrs Peters’ partner; both in a business and a personal sense.’

‘She has a lover of her own?’ The dominatrix’s immaculately plucked eyebrows rose in disapproval. ‘I hadn’t considered her weak enough to have a full-time companion, let alone emotional connections.’

Elena nodded. Her eyes didn’t leave the screen, but her left hand moved to Lady Tia’s thigh. ‘Laura Peters writes her own rules.’

Forbidding herself from focusing on the cold palm against her skin, Lady Tia twisted her head sharply. ‘You didn’t tell me you knew her?’

Refraining from answering, Elena walked her fingers very slowly towards her companion’s mound, resting them below the heart-shaped flesh, before clicking the computer on to another screen. ‘This is Miss Sarah. Reports on her are good. One hundred per cent good, in fact. The consummate professional. Whereas Miss Sanders is relatively new to this lifestyle and continues to makes mistakes. But then, what use is a submissive that doesn’t make mistakes? I’ve always thought the whole point is that we can punish them for their errors.’

The dominatrix watched the screen with hawk-like eyes as Miss Sarah, her slim body perfect in Victorian clothes, chastised a man bending over a desk. So that was the competition. Lady Tia didn’t care what Dr Ewen said; there was only room for one dominatrix at The Retreat, and that was her. She wasn’t stupid enough to share her thoughts, however. It was time to think tactically, especially as she suspected her own resolve was about to be tested.

‘I reluctantly have to confess I’m impressed.’ Lady Tia continued to scrutinise the image before her, not allowing her gaze to switch even for a second towards the palm so near her core. ‘Miss Sarah has excellent technique and poise. Her expression is serene yet indomitable. I would hazard a guess that it is very difficult to read her reactions.’

Dr Ewen, whose own expression was frequently impossible to assess, was not fooled for a moment by the compliment Lady Tia was laying on the woman she was already sure was already being considered as a rival. Nor was she misled by Tia’s lack of reaction to the fingertips which she was now edging very quietly up and down her thick thigh. ‘David has informed me that Mrs Peters suspects these two women of having formed an intimate alliance beyond the requirements of work.’

This time Lady Tia did react, her voice keen. ‘Suspects, but isn’t sure?’

‘Let’s just say that neither of them has been foolish enough, or unprofessional enough, to give their association a name. But the very fact these women care for each other could be useful to us. Something that, should we need to, we can use to our advantage.’

The smile on Lady Tia’s face was sardonic as her mahogany eyes blazed with the hint of malevolence…

 

You can purchase The Retreat from

AmazonUK, AmazonUS, AmazonAU, AmazonCA
Barnes&Noble, iBooksUK, iBooksUS, Kobo and Smashwords

(The Perfect Submissive Trilogy doesn’t have to be read in order, but you’ll get more out of Jess’s story if you read The Fifth Floor before The Retreat)

 

 

More about Kay

Kay Jaybee has over 180 erotica publications including, The Retreat- Book2: The Perfect Submissive Trilogy (KJBooks, 2018), Making Him Wait (Sinful Press, 2018), The Fifth Floor- Book1;The Perfect Submissive Trilogy (KJBooks, 2017), Wednesday on Thursday, (KDP, 2017), The Collector (KDP, 2016), A Sticky Situation (Xcite, 2013), Digging Deep, (Xcite 2013), Take Control, (1001 NightsPress, 2014), and Not Her Type (1001 NightsPress), 2013.

Discover more at www.kayjaybee.me.uk

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Kay also writes contemporary romance and children’s picture books as Jenny Kane www.jennykane.co.uk  and historical fiction as Jennifer Ash www.jenniferash.co.uk