Thursday, 17 October 2013

The Retreat by Kay Jaybee

I am delighted to welcome to my blog today, the very wonderful Kay Jaybee!

Hi Gemma! I’m delighted to be here today on the fourth leg of my blog tour to celebrate the release of my latest BDSM novel, The Retreat, the second part of The Perfect Submissive Trilogy.

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...

On first starting work at the Fables Hotel, not only did Miss Jess Sanders have to battle with her shock at being employed as a submissive (rather than the booking clerk she’d expected to be), but with her feelings of confusion as to why she didn’t want to run away from this strange establishment that catered for some very specific adult requirements. This conflict within her own desires and emotions wasn’t helped by her fear of the dominatrix Miss Sarah- the woman who first trained Jess to fulfil her new role to the maximum of her potential.
When Jess is sent to work as a temporary member of staff at The Retreat, she quickly realises that the quiet and dignified style of sexual control of Miss Sarah that she’d got used to, is very different from the methods she’ll have to deal with at the hands of the resident dominatrix, Lady Tia...

Preening at her reflection in the mirror, Lady Tia tugged the body-hugging black dress into place around her abundant figure, so that the plunging neckline showed off her copious bosom.
Picking invisible flecks of lint from the clinging fabric, The Retreat’s resident dominatrix swished her hips from side to side, critically assessing the hang of her thick, black hair. Then, drawing on a pair of elbow-length, black silk fingerless gloves, Lady Tia examined the gleaming gloss of her black nail varnish, and double-checked the layer of bright red lipstick that coated her pouting brown lips.
Finally satisfied with her appearance, she turned with all the purpose of a medieval galleon about to do battle.
She did not like the news her superior had imparted to her that morning. Not one bit.

Dr Elena Ewen smiled quietly at the screen of her laptop. It had taken a lot of work to make this happen. She hadn’t been able to believe how easy it had been to find David Proctor after all these years. Although she’d been the one who’d set in motion a course of action that had let David believe he’d found her, and that he was the one who’d come up with the idea that such an establishment would help secure some new top-flight contracts. Now all she had to do was keep him in check, and get on with running The Retreat.
As a child, Elena Ewen had always been the best at everything. Always the cleverest, the prettiest, the most popular, and, most important of all, the one the boys wanted to get to know as well as possible, and the girls had been more than a little curious about. Even during her teenage years, Elena had been smart enough to know that what she actually did, and what people thought she did, could be two different things. She hadn’t wanted a reputation for the wrong things – even if that reputation was sometimes well deserved,
It had been at university that the course of the rest of her life had been determined. That was when she’d met a woman who would tilt her already jarred perspective of life over the edge of generally accepted normality into a world where control equalled power, and power equalled control. It was only a short step from there to see that the ultimate tool in the quest for power and control was sex.
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 un-intimidated 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 he 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 specifically, 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 stood and 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, and her reddened face was a vision of climax-preventing concentration.
‘Let me introduce you to Miss Jess Sanders...

Learning to adjust to the rules at The Retreat, it isn’t just Jess who finds herself at Lady Tia’s mercy- for this imposing woman very much resents another dominatrix being sent to train up her staff.  Miss Sarah also finds herself under orders from this powerful woman- and yet Lady Tia in turn has to bend to the will of her own boss, Dr Ewen...who seems to have an agenda all of her very own...
If you’d like to see how the Fables staff cope in their new environment- and exactly how far they have to go just so they can escape again, then you can buy The Retreat- Part Two of The Perfect Submissive Trilogy- from all good eBook and paperback retailers including-

Many thanks Gemma, for inviting me along today to share a little of my new novel.
Kay xx

Kay Jaybee wrote the novels The RetreatPart 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 at
You can follow Kay on Twitter- kay_jaybee,
Kay also writes contemporary romance as Jenny Kane – 

1 comment:

  1. Thanks again for letting me drop by Gemma! The Retreat was great fun to write. K xx