Please welcome my sexy writing buddy and lovely Brit Babe to tell us about her new book, Ms Kay Jaybee!
Knowing
Her Place – Her Teacher’s Teacher.
A
huge thank you and a nice big cuddle for my dear friend, and fellow
Brit Babe, Tabitha, for letting me gate crash her site today to shout
a bit about my brand new novel!
Knowing
Her Place
is the third part of my kinky BDSM saga, The
Perfect Submissive Trilogy.
The
trilogy began back in 2012 with The
Perfect Submissive
– the story of Miss Jess Sanders’ unexpected journey into the
world of professional sexual submission under the tutelage of hotel
manageress, Mrs Peters.
Then
early last year, the submissive saga continued with The
Retreat-
and Jess finds herself unceremoniously whisked away from Fables to
Scotland, into the custody of her most feared client, David Proctor,
and a very unusual erotically pseudo fairytale...
In
my latest novel, Knowing
Her Place,
the final instalment of Jess’s story, she has to face her toughest
challenge of all- to find her way back to where it all began- the
Fables Hotel.
Blurb-
With
her head full of unanswered questions, exhausted from her fairytale
experience at the hands of Dr Ewen, Lady Tia, and the staff of the
adult entertainment service provided by The Retreat, Jess Sanders is
desperate to leave Scotland, and return to her usual submissive
position at the exclusive Fables Hotel in Oxford.
Having
been thwarted in his plans to keep Jess at The Retreat permanently,
its owner David Proctor isn’t willing to let Jess go back to her
dominatrix, Miss Sarah, and her employer, Mrs Peters, without sending
her on one final mission. Only if she succeeds in her task, will
Proctor remove the collar of servitude he has locked around Jess’s
neck.
With
a list of five unknown addresses in her hand, Jess Sanders is placed
in a car and driven from The Retreat towards England. With no idea
what or who awaits her at the first stop, all Jess can hope for is
that her journey will eventually take her back to where she belongs.
To
the Fables Hotel, where Jess Sanders truly knows her place.
Of
all the people David Proctor forces Jess to encounter on her journey
towards freedom, one of them is someone Jess never imagined she’d
meet.
Ms
Webster. The old lady who, many years ago, tutored Jess’s mistress
Mrs Peters in the art of domination and submission.
Not
only does Jess learn a great deal about the history of Mrs Peters and
her rival David Proctor, she finds herself (with the help of Max, Ms
Webster’s odd job man), being held up as an example of the ideal
submissive.
Pippa,
Ms Webster’s carer, has always dreamed submissive fantasies. But as
Jess knows all too well- a fantasy is one thing, living that
lifestyle is something else altogether...
...Without being
able to see them, Jess knew Pippa’s eyes would be wide open, and
whereas her own palms tingled with the perspiration of erotic
expectancy, the girl’s would have a sheen of sticky sweat. Pippa
might well have wanted what she’d asked for, but Jess knew better
than most that being faced with what you’ve always fantasised about
can be as terrifying as it can be satisfying.
Ms Webster laid
down her walking stick. Now she was within the realm in which she
felt most confident it was clear its reassuring presence wasn’t
required. Again, Jess could see similarities between Mrs Peters and
the woman who had originally trained her. For Ms Webster appeared,
even without her stick, to walk a little taller than she had before
Max and Pippa had arrived in her home.
The easy
conversation of only moments ago had disappeared as the retired
mistress laid out a set of instructions. In one swift, uncompromising
command, Ms Webster had Pippa and Jess standing next to each other,
their upper garments removed.
Instantly Jess’s
breasts felt the tug of Max’s eyes, making them rise and fall under
his appreciation. Her throat dried and her pussy juiced as her
imagination took its usual route into the infinite possibilities of
the excesses she could be about to endure in order to provide others
with a good time.
‘Max, if you
would be so kind as to help Pippa with the first set of cuffs.’ Ms
Webster pointed to the shorter of the two sets of chains as Max
eagerly jumped to his feet, the enlargement of his cock visible
beneath his denims.
‘Miss Sanders,
you may raise your head for a moment, but be ready to return your
eyes to the cross on the floor when I tell you to.’
Easing out the
muscles in her neck, Jess watched as, placing her small, age-spotted
hands over Pippa’s tiny, pale breasts, Ms Webster steered the carer
to the opposite side of the cross. Just the cold touch of the older
woman’s hands had caused Pippa’s mouth to gape, and Jess tried to
guess how long she’d last in the chains before she came. If just
the touch of skin on flesh produced a mew and flushing of Pippa’s
face so early in the proceedings, then she didn’t think it would be
long.
Now she was face
to face with Pippa, Jess could take in her appearance properly for
the first time. Her petite face, surrounded by a severely cut bob of
blonde hair, topped a body which was only about four foot nine tall.
All the carer’s features were small and neat, as if in adulthood
her body had decided against moving on from its pubescent state. Her
breasts were little more than beautifully carved bumps adorned with
nut-brown nipples, her belly was so flat it was almost concave, and
even though she wore jeans, Jess could tell that the hips beneath
were slim, her pelvic bones not yet hidden by the fleshy padding that
later years may well bestow upon her.
With a nod
towards Max to deal with Pippa, Ms Webster addressed Jess. ‘Miss
Sanders, Pippa will be relying on you to be her role model –
like many before her, I’m sure. I have told her much about my past
life. I think, however, to survive what lies ahead for you when you
leave this place, you would also benefit from learning more about the
past, particularly about the man whom you are up against.’
‘Mr Proctor?’
‘Indeed, Miss
Sanders.’ Ms Webster took Jess’s hands and drew them backward,
placing them over her own backside. ‘While you are here, you will
not only be teaching by example, but you will be taught.’
Jess clutched her
buttocks as her stomach rumbled, reminding her how long it had been
since she’d eaten a proper meal. A fact that made Ms Webster smile
with an approval Jess hadn’t been expecting.
‘Tell us, Miss
Sanders, when was the last time you properly ate or had the chance to
sleep?’
She was not
entirely sure of the answer, for the days since she’d been given
the chance to escape from the confines of The Retreat had begun to
blur in Jess’s mind. ‘I had a night in a bed after task one was
completed, and apart from some snacks grabbed from the railway
stations I’ve visited –’ she caught Max’s eye as she
spoke, hoping the mention of the railway would elicit some sort of
response from him, but his features remained blank ‘– I
haven’t eaten since my first task was completed.’
‘Do you see,
Pippa, what being a true submissive means? It requires that not only
do you give yourself over bodily, but with that comes certain
deprivations you must cope with beyond the sexual, such as the
burdens of hunger and lack of sleep.’
Pippa said
nothing, but her eyes, which had taken on the glimmer of a woman
unable to deny her body’s awakening, clouded slightly.
‘Miss Sanders
isn’t a wife who likes the occasional spanking by her husband, nor
is she the subservient half of a dominant but loving relationship;
which, I suspect, is the type of submission that you yourself crave.
She is a professional submissive. A woman who has stepped into a
world that can be as lonely and frightening as it is rewarding; and
largely consists of not really knowing who you can trust, yet, at the
same time, accepting that you have to trust them anyway. It is not a
life that is easily adopted. It is a life you have to be born to.’
Jess’s insides
turned in a somersault. It had been a long time since she’d
analysed her chosen way of life in such practical terms. Mrs Peters
had seen who and what she was the first time she’d laid eyes on
Jess when she’d gone to work at the Fables Hotel as a booking
clerk. Since then, despite her initial personal bewilderment, Jess
had come to realise that she had indeed been made for the life. Until
now, however, she’d never considered the loneliness of the
existence she had. She didn’t want to...
****
Although
each of The
Perfect Submissive Trilogy
novels can be read on their own, you’ll get far more out of Jess’s
adventure if you follow it from the beginning.
The
Perfect Submissive
The
Retreat
Knowing
Her Place
Thanks
for allowing me to visit today to share a little from my latest novel
Tabitha!!
Happy
reading everyone,
Kay
xx
Bio-
Kay
Jaybee wrote The
Perfect Submissive Trilogy,
(The
Perfect Submissive,
The
Retreat, Knowing Her Place,
Xcite, 2012-14), and the novels Making
Him Wait,
(Sweetmeats Press, 2012), and The
Voyeur (Xcite,
2012),
(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 Christmas
Kink,
(KDP, 2013), 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 80 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 -
Brit
Babes Site- http://thebritbabes.blogspot.co.uk/
