Sequel-ing – The Retreat (The Perfect Submissive Trilogy- Part Two)
A huge thank you to Erzabet for inviting me back to her lovely site today, to talk about my forthcoming novel The Retreat– Part Two of The Perfect Submissive Trilogy.
To be honest, I’m still in something of a state of shock that I have written this book. I never dreamt I’d ever be asked to write a follow up story to any of my books, let alone a trilogy!! To say I’m delighted to be taking Miss Jess Sanders on not one more, but two more, adventures is putting it mildly!
In the first book of the trilogy, The Perfect Submissive, Jess firsts arrives on the page as a naive young woman with a future awaiting her that she could never have previously imagined- a future as a professional submissive.
When we rejoin Jess in The Retreat, her submissive status has been established, and she has just begun to accept her new role in life…
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…
The Retreat begins six months after Jess first arrived at the Fables Hotel, and despite her sexually fulfilling, yet unconventional and often uncomfortable lifestyle, she has finally settled in and accepted her new career. Now however, life is about to become unpredictable all over again. Mrs Peters, the manageress of the adult entertainment facility on the Fifth Floor of the Fables Hotel, has called all of the staff into her study, and is about to drop a bombshell…
Extract
‘Good afternoon. Thank you all for coming. I will keep this brief.’ Mrs Peters’ shrewd eyes appraised her newest recruit as she spoke. ‘There is no reason to look so worried, Miss Sanders. Your beautiful behind is quite safe for the moment. You may sit upon the desk.’
Rising fast enough to be seen as obeying instantly, but not so fast as to make herself dizzy, Jess climbed onto the top of the antique desk as Mrs Peters had indicated. Sitting cross-legged in the very centre of its blotting paper-covered surface, so she could see her boss, but none of the other staff behind her, Jess experienced a sharp stab of disappointment that the spanking she’d assumed was coming had not taken place. At least, it hadn’t yet.
‘I have some news which requires the cooperation of you all.’ Mrs Peters didn’t move a muscle, yet Jess knew she was simultaneously looking at every person in the room. ‘Miss Sanders has, as ever, assumed her summoning here is because of a transgression which requires correction. 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, but her eyes almost betrayed her.
‘I’m not sure if that’s relief or disappointment in those forever dilated eyes of yours, Miss Sanders.’
Not daring to look round to see her colleagues’ faces, Jess kept quiet. The dampening of her knickers after being made to wait for something that wasn’t going to happen mutely answered Mrs Peters’ query for her as the manageress crept a single, enquiring digit between her legs.
Saying nothing about her submissive’s arousal, Mrs Peters gathered her thick, russet hair into a high ponytail, and strolled around the historically accurate room, the skirt of her long velvet dress rustling as she did so. ‘I believe you have all, in one capacity or another, entertained one of our regular guests, Mr David Proctor.’
Jess’s throat went from dry to dehydrated. All of the visitors to the fifth floor were demanding, especially of her, but David Proctor was the only one she seriously disliked. This dislike wasn’t because his tastes were harsh, or the demands he made were more painful, or more humiliating, than those of the others. He was so ambitious, and single-minded, that she couldn’t trust him to stick to the rules of safety. Proctor gave off an air that he knew more about what was going on at Fables than anyone else, including the staff. He could only be described as average in his appearance, but he was outstandingly influential, and the only man Jess had ever met who had no fear of Mrs Peters. Nor could Mrs Peters influence him like she could other guests. David Proctor frightened Jess.
‘David, as is clear from the amount of money he spends here, is a very wealthy businessman. And –’ Mrs Peters paused, and for the briefest second Jess thought perhaps her boss didn’t completely approve of what she was about to say, before her innate self-control took over ‘– he has decided to embark upon a new venture. An investment; an incentive if you like. Something extra to ensure his clients and business associates continue to work with him.’
Foreboding spread over Jess like a tidal wave. Her lower limbs were beginning to numb from staying in a cross-legged position, and 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 wary to tangibly tense. Jess could almost taste the apprehension filling the study. She wished it didn’t arouse her quite so much.
Mrs Peters swept back to the desk. Her right palm stroked Jess’s breasts through her thin cotton blouse. ‘This investment involves the purchase of a business premises where fantasies can be indulged in without judgement, or the need for personal justification. In short, David is looking to recreate exactly what we do here at Fables.’
As her piercing jade eyes levelled on the tips of her fingers as they crossed Jess’s shirt, Mrs Peters added, ‘An idea which obviously appeals to you, Miss Sanders, if the peaked state of you nipples is anything to go by.’
Jess’s checks flushed. Her generous chest, the feature which, beyond her natural deference, had first attracted her to Mrs Peters’ attention, was nudging against the fabric of her bra and shirt with no regard for the consequences.
‘Take your top off, girl.’
Even after six months working for the woman, Jess couldn’t prevent her hands from shaking as Mrs Peters added, ‘Then sit on your hands, Miss Sanders. 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 complied. Cursing her overactive brain, which had already leapt ahead to the part in the proceedings where Mrs Peters ordered one of the men to fuck her, Jess wished she’d been instructed to take her panties off as well as her top. 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 placed Jess into a more agreeably visual position, Laura Peters paid little heed to her as she went on, ‘You will all 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 improving his new establishment.’
The temperature of the study was so high it had been bordering on stuffy, but goosepimples of cold spotted Jess’s naked arms. Whatever her boss was about to say, she was sure she didn’t want to hear it.
Not for the first time, she was grateful for all the exercise sessions Miss Sarah had forced her to endure. They had taught Jess a great amount of self-discipline, and as a result she’d developed the stamina and posture required to be motionless for long periods of time. Put through her paces three times a week, naked, often with a love ball or butt-plug in place, every single lesson had been like pure torture at first. Nowadays the sessions had taken on a more personal dimension. Miss Sarah claimed that ending their fitness routine in a bout of mutual pleasure provided them with an excellent way of releasing the tensions of the day, and Jess found herself looking forward to them far more than she would dare admit – even to herself.
Jess wrenched her concentration back to what Mrs Peters was saying. ‘The location of this new resort is 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 occupied the study. Please don’t let one of them be me.
The minute’s silence ended with a solo round of applause from Mrs Peters. ‘Again you all prove to me that you are worthy of your places on the fifth floor. I can’t imagine that any of you would want to leave, and yet not one of you so much as raised an eyebrow on the outside. Congratulations. I realise I rarely share my pride in your work, but on this occasion it seems fitting.’ Far from feeling reassured, Jess was now really worried. Mrs Peters never said well done without there being a price to pay.
Beginning to pace again, Mrs Peters ran a proprietorial hand over the face of each member of her workforce, until she reached Jess. Flicking a finger across her sub’s right nipple, she nodded in approval. Although her clear green eyes had flared, Jess’s body didn’t even twitch. Mrs Peters paused, surveying the whole room as she spoke. ‘I trust that for the two-week period you’ll be seconded into the care of Mr Proctor, you will both continue to do yourselves and Fables proud.’
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I hope that tickled the taste buds!!
Encountering cup cakes, tape measures, the grimmest of fairy tales and -of course- ropes, you can find out how Jess gets on at The Retreat from its release on 10th October.
If you’d like an EXCLUSIVE peep into the third and final adventure of Miss Jess Sanders, then I’ll be back here with Erzabet on 8th Oct!!!
Happy Reading,
Kay
The Retreat, Part Two of The Perfect Submissive Trilogy is available for pre-order from all good eBook and paperback retailers, including-
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Bio-
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.
Kay is currently writing the final instalment of The Perfect Submissive Trilogy- Knowing Her Place.
Details of Kay’s work, past, present and future can be found at www.kayjaybee.me.uk
You can follow Kay on –
Twitter- https://twitter.com/kay_jaybee
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Goodreads- http://www.goodreads.com/user/show/3541958-kay-jaybee
Brit Babes Site- http://thebritbabes.blogspot.co.uk/
Kay also writes contemporary romance as Jenny Kane – www.jennykane.co.uk
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