"The
Perfect Submissive blows Fifty Shades out of the water..."
Jenkat c/o
Lovehoney
Happy New Year everyone!
Many thanks for inviting me to your blog
today Lily.
Over the past few months I have been overwhelmed by the continued popularity of my BDSM series, The Perfect Submissive Trilogy, (followed by The New Room novella). Long before E L James stopped practicing psychiatry and became obsessed with re-writing Twilight, I wrote the story of Miss Jess Sanders...
If you haven't come across Jess before,
here's an extract from the beginning of book one, The Perfect
Submissive (Xcite Books, copyright Kay Jaybee)
...Jess was sat at her desk, a half
eaten sandwich in one hand; the fingers of her other hand dancing over the
computer keyboard. Laura watched her through the office window for a few
moments before confidently stepping into the room, interrupting the clerk
without hesitation. ‘Mr Davies informs me he has not yet had time to complete
your preliminary tour of the hotel.’
Understanding precisely where the
manageress intended to take her, Jess spoke carefully, ‘I’ve seen most of it,
but not all.’
Without confirming the clerk’s
suspicions, Laura said, ‘I have a few moments, so if you’d like to walk this
way I’ll complete that area of your training.’ She pointed towards the office
door, ‘You are bound to be asked for directions around the place by our guests
and it doesn’t look very professional if a member of staff gets lost herself,
wouldn’t you agree?’
‘I would, Mrs Peters.’
Although she’d now worked at the Fables
for just over a week, Jess still hadn’t looked her boss in the eye once, a fact
that sent a buzz of conviction through Mrs Peters; her initial instincts about
the girl had been correct.
‘Are you happy here so far, Miss
Sanders?’
‘Yes, Mrs Peters. Thank you.’ Jess
muttered her response, almost managing to glance directly at her superior, but
falling short at her shoulders. Laura’s heartbeat increased in response to the
girl’s natural deference. Jess Sanders was just so perfect for what she had in
mind.
As they walked towards the staff lift
Laura attempted to improve the flow of conversation, ‘And I don’t think you
have yet been introduced to all the other members of staff?’
‘Not yet, no.’ Again Jess spoke
cautiously, and Laura knew from the expression on her face that she was both
fearful and curious about meeting anyone who kept their business arrangements
entirely to the Fables upper storey.
‘We are one member of staff down at the
moment; one of my assistants has left us for pastures new. I’m searching for a
replacement. Master Lee Philips, who works in the bar downstairs, helps me out
as and when required, but it’s not an ideal arrangement. He has many other
duties, and besides, the fifth floor guests frequently prefer the female touch.’
Following the clerk into the lift it was
obvious that no small talk was going to come from her, so Laura calmly kept up
her commentary. ‘My associate, Miss Sarah, should be on the premises by 10.00
each morning, unless she has had a complete night session, in which case she is
not expected until 2.00 p.m. As I’ve said, Master Philips comes and goes,
depending on our requirements and his bar and reception work. Miss Sarah has
her first session of the day in a few moments, if we are lucky we should just
catch the show.’
Visibly shrinking back, Jess noticed how
Mrs Peters walked a little taller now they’d reached her domain. Her face was
more set, her back straighter, and somehow she appeared even more intimidating
than before. Pushing her hands into the deep pockets of her clinging
knee-length black skirt, Jess hid the growing sheen of perspiration on her
palms, while trying to ignore the fearful beat of her pulse.
Crossing the threshold of the room, into
which she was being firmly steered by the elbow, felt like entering another
world to Jess, or rather, another time. Manoeuvred towards a plush red velvet
chaise longue, her eyes darting here and there, the clerk was pointedly sat
down.
Trying to ignore the light but
persistent pressure of Mrs Peters cool hand against her wrist, Jess took in the
reproduction William Morris wallpaper, the heavy dark-wood chest of drawers,
the floor to ceiling bookshelves, and the faded brown leather wing-backed
armchair. Centre stage, only a few metres from where they sat, was a huge
writing desk. Its top was inlaid with a square of leather, a portion of which
was covered with blotting paper, an accompanying ink well, pots of ink, and
nibbed pens.
Jess was reminded of a museum she’d once
visited as a child, where rooms from a variety of different houses had been
re-created from a number of historical periods. This room had Victorian study
written all over it.
The silence was beginning to get to her
as she waited, perched rather than sat, on the unyielding seat. A faint voice of
hope at the back of her head kept telling her that all this had to be some sort
of practical joke, but one glance at Mrs Peters made Jess reconsider. Her eyes
kept drifting towards the study door. Whatever she had been brought here to
witness surely couldn’t begin until someone came in. Twenty seconds later, each
one ticked off by the hammer of Jess’s heart beating, the door swung back with
a confident push.
‘Ah, Miss Sarah,’ Laura rose from her
seat, a stern glare at Jess telling her not to move. ‘I hope you don’t mind,
but Fables has a new member of staff, and I thought it would be a good idea to
let her observe one of our sessions.’
Miss Sarah, her face powdered to an
ultra-pale complexion, her curling hair pinned up in the style of a Victorian
lady, her exquisite outfit historically accurate down to the small white
buttons that fastened her stylish black boots, curtsied at once to her
superior, ‘Of course, Mrs Peters.’
The stunningly slim woman glanced
briefly at Jess, her grey gaze only lingering long enough to acknowledge the
stranger, without taking in what she looked like or who she might be. Miss
Sarah’s indifference, dismissing the office clerk as an unimportant factor in
the room, made Jess feel smaller and more anxious than ever.
The agonising lull continued and Jess’s
imagination began to run riot as Miss Sarah sat at the desk in preparation for
her client’s arrival. Images of pock-skinned overweight men, panting loudly as
they fucked the employees of the fifth floor against the furniture made Jess’s
stomach churn, but there was no way out. With a quiet determination that Mrs
Peters would have been surprised to know Jess possessed, she thought, if
the other members of staff here have survived this part of the tour, then so
can I.
As Mrs Peters returned to both the
chaise longue and her application of gentle restraint against the clerk’s arm,
Jess’s body stiffened. Someone was knocking on the door. Not daring to face her
employer, Jess focused on the figure that, after being granted permission to enter,
walked meekly into the study.
If he hadn’t had his neck bent, his face
to the floor with respect for Miss Sarah, who greeted him with a sharp ‘Good
Morning’, Jess judged he would have been quite tall. And he was young; not the
sweaty, aged bank manager Jess had conjured up in her head, but a man in his
late 20s or early 30s, with a shaven face, short spiked ginger hair, and well
built limbs. He was dressed as a servant, perhaps a stable hand. Jess was
automatically reminded of Lady Chatterley’s Lover. Gulping against her
dehydrated throat, unwilling to see the sex that she was sure was about to
follow, the clerk dropped her eyes, only to have her chin roughly jerked
upwards by Mrs Peters, ‘No, child. You will observe. You will learn.’
A patina of panic gripped Jess. Every
hair on the back of her neck stood to attention. Until that moment it had been
unreal. She hadn’t let go of the hope that at any minute someone was going to
turn around and say, ‘OK, Jess, it’s just a joke. We play it on all the new girls.
Let’s grab a coffee.’ No one did though. No one was saying anything...
****
If you'd like to read on, you can buy The Perfect
Submissive as a paperback, an ebook, or as part of
an e-boxset of the complete The Perfect Submissive Trilogy... Boxed Set
And don't forget- there is a novella
length extra story now available to finish Jess's erotic adventure!
Thanks again Lily!
Happy reading everyone,
Kay xxxx
Kay Jaybee was named Best
Erotica Writer of 2015 by the ETO
Kay was also nominated as the
Best Erotica Writer in 2013 and 2014.
Kay wrote the The Perfect Submissive Trilogy, (Xcite,
2011-14), Making Him Wait, (Sweetmeats Press, 2012), The Voyeur (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 100 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 at www.kayjaybee.me.uk
You can follow Kay on Twitter-
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Kay also writes contemporary romance as Jenny Kane
– www.jennykane.co.uk
Huge thank you for allowing me to drop by today xxx
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