Please welcome my good pal, fellow Brit Babe and all round amazing woman Kay Jaybee to my blog today. The second book in The Perfect Submissive Trilogy is now out and oh, what a treat... take it away Kay...
The Retreat – The Adventures of Miss Jess Sanders Continue!!
Huge thanks to Lily for inviting me over today to chatter a little about The Retreat, the second book in The Perfect Submissive Trilogy!
Carrying on 6 months from where Part One (The Perfect Submissive) left off, we find that life for Miss Jess Sanders is about to get even more complicated...
Blurb
Just as Jess is beginning to relax into her new life as a submissive at The Fables Hotel, her employer Mrs Peters announces that she is loaning both Jess, and her dominatrix Miss Sarah, to one of their most demanding clients; Mr David Proctor.
Whisked away by the mysterious Kane to The Retreat, hidden in a remote part of Scotland, Jess and Miss Sarah find themselves teaching another submissive to meet Proctor’s exacting rules.
As Jess comes to terms with the techniques of The Retreat Mistress, and the strictly 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 Fables, Jess is going to have to be more than just a perfect submissive...
Introducing Alisha, Dr Ewen, and the daunting Lady Tia, The Retreat takes Jess on a submissive adventure tangled with fairytale connotations, a trip to a Scottish castle, and challenges that make Jess look back fondly at the tasks she faced during her initial training at the Fables Hotel!
One of the elements of Jess’s early initiation into the world of a professional submissive came at the hands of Mr David Proctor- a gentleman who Jess intends to stay as far away from as possible.
Unfortunately for Jess, Proctor has plans of his own- and she is going to find it very difficult to escape from them...
Extract
...‘Good afternoon. Thank you all for coming. I will keep this brief.’ Mrs Peters' shrewd eyes appraised her newest recruit as she spoke, privately pleased at Jess’s ever improving self control, but wise enough not to tell her so. ‘There is no reason to look so worried Miss Sanders. Your beautiful backside is quite safe for the moment. If you could rise, and then sit upon the desk.’
Getting up fast enough to be seen as obeying instantly, but not so fast as to make herself dizzy, Jess rose to her feet, and then climbed on top the same antique desk just as Mrs Peters was impatiently indicating.
Sitting crossed legged in the very centre of its blotting paper covered surface, so that she could see her boss, but none of the other staff behind her, Jess felt a sense of disappointment that the spanking she had assumed must follow, was obviously not going to take place- at least, not yet.
‘I have some news which requires the co-operation of you all.’ Mrs Peters didn’t move a muscle, and yet Jess knew she was simultaneously looking at every person in the room. ‘Miss Sanders here has, as ever, assumed her summoning here is because she’s made a transgression which requires a punishment. In this instance, I am pleased to inform you, that the complete opposite is true.’
Jess did her best to keep her facial expression blank as she wondered how Mrs Peters always knew what was on her mind, but her eyes betrayed her.
‘I’m not sure if that’s relief or disappointment in those forever dilated eyes of yours Miss Sanders.’
Not daring to turn round to see the expressions on her colleagues faces, Jess kept quiet, the dampening of her knickers after being made to wait for something that wasn’t going t happen mutely answering Mrs Peters question for her.
Gathering her thick russet hair up into a high ponytail, the manageress began to walk with enviable poise around the historically accurate room, the skirt of her long velvet dress rustling as she moved, ‘I believe you have all, in one capacity or another, had the pleasure of entertaining one of our most regular guests, Mr David Proctor.’
The submissive’s throat went dry. All of the visitors to the fifth floor were demanding, especially of her, but David Proctor was the only one that Jess disliked to the point of dread. This dislike wasn’t because his tastes were harsh, or that the demands he made on Jess were more painful or more humiliating than those of the others. He was simply cruel for the sake of it. Jess was as sure as she could be that Miss Sarah and Lee didn’t like him much either; but they would never have admitted it, and it wasn’t Jess’s place to ask.
‘David, as is obvious from the amount of money he spends here, is a very wealthy business man. And,’ Mrs Peters paused, and for the briefest second Jess thought perhaps her boss didn’t completely approve of what she was about to announce, before her innate self control took over, ‘he has decided to embark upon a new venture. An investment.’
Foreboding spread over Jess like a tidal wave. Sat, her lower limbs beginning to numb from her cross-legged position, she could feel prickles of nervous perspiration dot the back of her neck. Nothing that involved David Proctor could be good news.
A hush had fallen on the study. It had been quiet anyway. Not even Miss Sarah would have the nerve to stop Laura Peters in mid-announcement. However, the calibre of the communal listening had gone from being merely wary to tangibly tense. Jess could almost taste the apprehension as it bounced off the study walls. She wished it didn’t turn her on quite so much.
Mrs Peters swept back to Jess, her right palm absentmindedly stroking her sub’s chest through her top as she continued her announcement, ‘This investment involves the purchase of a business premises where, like here on the Fifth Floor, fantasies can be enjoyed without fear of judgement, or the need for personal justification. In short David is looking to recreate exactly what we do here.
As her piercing eyes levelled on the run of her hands across Jess’s thin blouse, Mrs Peters added, ‘an idea which obviously appeals to you Miss Sanders, if the peeked state of you nipples is anything to go by.’
Jess’s checks flushed. Her bra was only a cheap cotton material, and her generous chest, the feature which beyond her natural deference, had first attracted her to Mrs Peters attention, was pushing against the fabric it and her shirt with no regard for the consequences to the rest of Jess’s body.
‘Take you top off girl.’
Even after six months working for her, Jess couldn’t prevent her hands from shaking as she did as she was told, her imagination already skipping ahead to what might happen next.
Satisfied with the sight of Jess’s semi-nakedness, Mrs Peters added, ‘I think you’d better put your hands on her head girl. It will make it less tempting for you to let your fingers stray without permission.’
Feeling only a glimmer of humiliation, rather than the full-on shame that would have engulfed her in the early days of her training, Jess obeyed. Cursing her overactive imagination, which had jumped ahead to the part in the proceeding when Mrs Peters ordered one of the men to fuck her, she wished that she’d been instructed to take her panties off as well. They were so wet that they were sticking to her crotch, making it increasingly difficult not to squirm as she sat in her yoga-type pose.
Having adjusted Jess into an agreeably visual position, Laura now paid little heed to her submissive as she went on, ‘You will appreciate I hope, that we should be extremely flattered here at Fables. Not only is our work considered worthy of imitation, but David has asked for our express assistance in the improvement of his new establishment.’
The temperature of the study was so warm it had been bordering on stuffy, but suddenly goose-pimples of cold began to spot Jess’s naked arms. Whatever her boss was about to say, Jess was sure she didn’t want to hear it. Concentrating on keeping her arms still, her fingernails dug into her scalp.
Not for the first time, Jess was grateful for all the exercise sessions Miss Sarah had forced her to endure. Put through her paces, naked, often with a love-ball or butt plug in place, every single one had seemed like pure torture at first. In more recent times, these fitness sessions had taken on a more personal dimension, as she and Miss Sarah frequently ended them in a bout of mutual pleasure which Miss Sarah claimed provided them both with an excellent way of releasing the tensions of the day, but which Jess found herself looking forward to far more than she would dare to admit- even it herself. These exercises had however, taught Jess a great amount of self discipline, and how to be motionless for long periods of time.
Don’t think about Miss Sarah. Jess tried desperately not to picture the woman who sat in the chair behind her with a perfect view of her bare back. Jess had no doubt that her composure would be as unmoved as ever, but she couldn’t help wondering how aroused the mistress was under her layers of corsetry.
Jess forced her concentration back to what Mrs Peters was saying, ‘The location of this new resort is, so far, a secret, but in order to ensure the calibre of his staff is as, and I am proud to quote Mr Proctor here, “as excellent, obedient, and inventive as those of the Fables Fifth Floor.” He has requested that we loan him two members of staff to help train his fledging team.’
If the atmosphere had been tense before, it was positively bristling with static now. No one moved. Jess wasn’t sure anyone was even breathing. One silent thought seemed to occupy the entire room. ‘Please don’t let one of them be me.’...
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Thanks again Lily!!! I hope that has tickled your kink buds!!
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Kay Jaybee wrote the novels The Retreat – Part 2 of The Perfect Submissive Trilogy, (Xcite, 2013), Making Him Wait, (Sweetmeats Press, 2012), The Voyeur (Xcite, 2012), The Perfect Submissive (Xcite 2012), as well as the novellas, Not Her Type: Erotic Adventures With A Delivery Man (2nd ed. 1001 NightsPress, 2013), Digging Deep (Xcite, 2013), A Sticky Situation, (Xcite, 2012), and The Circus, (Sweetmeats Press). She has also written the anthologies The Collector (Austin & Macauley, 2012 & 2008), The Best of Kay Jaybee (Xcite, 2012), Tied to the Kitchen Sink, Equipment, (All Romance, 2012), Yes Ma’am (Xcite e-books, 2011), Quick Kink One and Quick Kink Two (Xcite e-books, 2010). Kay has had over 70 short stories published by Cleis Press, Black Lace, Mammoth, Xcite, Penguin, Seal, and Sweetmeats Press.
Details of Kay’s work, past, present and future can be found on her website.
You can follow Kay on Twitter- @kay_jaybee,
Kay also writes contemporary romance as Jenny Kane
Thanks for letting me come over to play Lily! xx
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