The Big Book of Submission: 69 Kinky Tales

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Being a part of a Cleis anthology is a joy and an honor. In this book I have two stories. Cleis has just been nominated Publisher of the Year and there are many reasons for this. They take their time with each and every book they put out and every story is a mini masterpiece. I hope you will check out this collection of 69 kinky tales and find some new authors to love. Happy reading!

Erzabet Bishop

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From The Big Book of Submission:

“I Want to Feel You” by Joy Faolán

It won’t be a courtship. I don’t want you to ask me on a date. I want you to tell me where I’ll meet you, when, and how I will be dressed. I want to feel you inside my head. I want to be confused that you know so much about me when I’ve told you nothing.

“Naughty Prof” by Louisa Bacio

I flipped through the pages, stopping on a blue Post-It note stuck on titillating.

Friday, 7 p.m. Coffee shop on Grand. Wear your black skirt, nothing underneath.

My hands shook. Could I? Would I? The message didn’t ask. It demanded.

“Strip” by Medea Mor

She sank back into her seat, wondering what he had in mind for her. Was he going to let her sit naked next to him to display her to the world, showing off his devoted toy in all her glory? Or was he going to pull over to the side of the road, slide his seat backward and fuck her while she rode him, the snow-laden trees the only witnesses to her moans and his groping hands?

“Training My Dom” by Tilly Hunter

So there we were, isolated in the middle of nowhere. Where no one could hear me scream, as he put it. I was standing naked on a hard slate floor beneath the mezzanine bedroom, arms high up my back in a box tie, rope wrapping them tight against my torso. More rope strung up from there to the bars of the balcony above, pulling me onto my toes. Ball gag, silk blindfold and silver bar nipple clamps screwed tight—and then screwed some more.

“Dear Sir” by Kay Jaybee

You’ve shared me before. Invited men here, and instructed me to do their bidding as you looked on, your pride in my obedience as intoxicating to me as any of their touches. There have been women here, too. You have carefully placed advertisements for females who have always wanted to be with a woman, but have never dared, have brought strangers to our home to use me in whatever way they want. I love observing you, Sir, as you become voyeur, your strong hand wrapped around cock, wanking in time to these willing amateurs’ laps at my clit.

Yesterday was different. I wonder as I write for you, Sir, if perhaps you saw the uncertain fear in my eyes as I obeyed you. I hope not. Truly, Sir, it never occurred to me not to obey.

“Put Your Hands Up” by Sommer Marsden

I flutter around like a coked-up butterfly, briefly forget- ting what’s going to happen to talk to someone I love or someone I haven’t seen in ages. But then he walks in and I see that chain and my cunt flexes wetly and my mind goes a little fuzzy. His hazel eyes find me, and he grins that grin that turns me to nothing but liquid and hope.

It’s already eleven at night and I wonder if these people will ever, ever leave.

“Crunches” by Annabeth Leong

Sexual fantasies blurred most of our initial consultation. I kept imagining sweat dripping off the ends of her long black hair as she tied me to the suspension training hookups dotting the gym walls and forced me to pull at my restraints until I passed out from the effort. When she asked if I thought she would be a good personal trainer for me, I just stammered.

“Butch Unbound” by Salome Wilde

“Fuck!” I hated this just as much as I needed it. Even though I knew it was coming. Even though I hadn’t given in to the taunting this time. Even though I was bigger, stronger, rougher. None of it did me a bit of good. My cunt was hers because I wanted it to be. I was her bitch and then some.

“The Prodigy” by Valerie Alexander

The way he said parties indicated he knew exactly what kind of parties went on here. My cheeks went hot. It was both arousing and humiliating to think of Alejandro knowing the dirty things I liked: being hand- cuffed, spanked, forced to expose my pussy to interested strangers while Philip grinned.

“So I gotta say, you don’t seem like the rest of the freaks who come here,” he said, as he began to net the insects and fallen leaves off the surface. “All that weird equipment inside—are you really into that kinky shit?”

“Beautiful” by Teresa Noelle Roberts

Alexis understood Jane’s fears without Jane saying anything. “You’re gorgeous,” Alexis whispered, clasping the cuff around her wrist. “You’re strong.” Alexis ran her hand along Jane’s outstretched arm, tracing the muscles Jane had worked so hard to keep in shape before her surgery, muscles that were no longer as defined as they once were. Jane winced, but the sincerity in her domme’s voice cut through her panic. Alexis believed what she was saying. Jane might not, but she trusted Alexis, so she breathed the deep, cleansing breaths she’d mastered during treatment, and tried to accept.

“Lariat” by Michelle Augello-Page

I walked into his room wearing high, high heels and an alarming red dress, cinched at the waist with the rope he had left in my bed. The lasso was knotted tightly, loose threads dangling seductively on my thighs. His eyes narrowed. His rope was around my waist.

“Toasted Marshmallows” by Tilly Hunter

I stare at my best friend’s cock. I’ve never seen it before. But from this position—on my knees—I’m getting a close-up view. It’s around the same erect length as my own, but a little thicker. Its head is darker.

“I said, suck it.” Karen repeats the order. She doesn’t like having to repeat an order and I don’t like letting her down. I stick my tongue out, shape it around Nathan’s head and guide it into my mouth. I’d use my hands, but she’s cuffed them behind me—and linked them to my ankle restraints for good measure.

“The Shoot” by D.L. King  

“Very nice, Jordan, arms in front of you now, on the table,” I said as I patted his bottom, giving him the clue to raise it. “That’s it, now open your legs for me,” I said, gently pushing and prodding him into the position I wanted. I ran my finger up his hard cock and pulled and stretched his balls down in back. An involuntary shudder coursed through his muscles. “Very good, Jordan. Later, Mistress will give you a nice reward,” I whispered, as I smoothed my hands down the backs of his thighs. “Won’t that be something to look forward to?”

“Sunday in the Art Gallery with George” by Elizabeth Coldwell

“God, I’ve been longing to do this to you,” my husband breathes as he guides me onto his lap. I wriggle and pout, trying to stop him flipping up my skirt to reveal my white cotton panties, but it’s a perfunctory effort. I want him to do this to me, to go further and pull down my panties to bare my bum. Even though there’s a possibility some staff member might discover us here, I need the shame of exposure.

“The Third Plug” by Nick Mamatas

The third plug wasn’t the hardest, as you thought it would be. After two weeks of training, it slides in easily…almost. The first plug felt so big. Now, with Sir’s palm warm on your ass, cool lube flowing like a snake down your bottom and the largest plug your man owns wedged tight inside you, you can’t help but giggle, and giggle again at the swat you get for giggling.

“Others” by Jade A. Waters

But now she waited, wanting to scream in embarrassment and longing, unable to see much at this angle except the legs of couples who stopped to stare, some of them silent, others whispering as her legs quaked beneath her. They wouldn’t dare touch her, but as the minutes passed slowly by—an eternity with her naked- ness exposed—her sex pulsed for them to do just that. When Jeremy returned, Carley was well on the path to an orgasm built solely out of desperation.

“Without Question” by Lucy Felthouse

I have the utmost respect for my Mistress and never want to do anything to displease her. Especially since my Mistress is also my wife.

Ever since I got back from Afghanistan and met her in a restaurant, she’s been testing me. Then, it was teasing my cock under the table while she was wearing sharp stilettos, bringing me to the very edge of climax, right there in the restaurant. Now, she occasionally takes over the role of my ex-commanding officer and treats me like some kind of new recruit.

“In the Darkness” by Regina Lafayette

My whole body is alert, lying exposed and at her disposal. Suddenly, I feel her swing a leg over to straddle me. The soft touch of her leather crop kisses my neck, the flat tip dragging agonizingly slowly over my breasts and down the center of my belly. With a sure and quick motion she flicks the sensitive flesh of my clit, making me cry out. I tense, unable to see where she’s aiming her next blow.

“The Test” by Kristina Wright

I’m trembling, overwhelmed with emotions. Excited. Nervous. Terrified.

I do not like anything around my neck, not even a necklace. It was the one thing I would not allow you. Anything else, you could have. Anything else, I would do. But not my neck. Not until now. And you have worked very hard to get to this point. You have earned my devotion. My love.

“Patiently Waiting” by Alyssa Morris

Her nostrils fill with the scents of leather and the vanilla candle that she knows is lit on the table. On her knees, leaning over the ottoman next to the couch, her breasts rub on the cold leather as her nipples harden and try to push deeper into the material. The added stimulation is welcome, especially since she has been tightly blindfolded and had earplugs put in. She can’t hear anything, and even if she got the blindfold to come off she wouldn’t be able to look behind her due to being bound in her current position. Her hands are tied tightly behind her back, forcing her to use her chest to keep herself balanced. She can only imagine how she looks, chocolate skin draped over the smooth cream-colored leather.

“Brunch” by L.C. Spoering

“Panties off,” she breathed out, her bag sliding off her shoulder and to the floor. They were both wearing skirts, Lizzie’s shorter, a stretch of pale skin visible between the hem and the cuffs of her kneesocks.

Lizzie’s bag was already on the floor, and she rose up on the toes of her sneakers as her fingers went under her skirt to tug her underwear off—a black lace thong, the same as she always wore, damp in the middle. She blushed as she untangled the garment from her shoes and held it out to Nina, who draped it by the cell phone.

“Love and Salt” by Erzabet Bishop

“Hmmm. Very sweet. Caramel suits you, my dear.”

She squeezed out some more over my breasts and reached for the salt, shaking it over me. Starting at my breasts, she roamed her way just upward of the apex of my thighs and licked at the sticky caramel and chocolate she had poured across my needful flesh.

“Now, I wonder. Are you ready for more?”

“Brazen” by Kathleen Delaney-Adams

Your face looks more than slightly dangerous with need, and relief washes over me when I see the smile lurking behind your eyes. That mix of dark and sweet in you had me, claws in deep, from the moment we met. Bad boy with brutal hands or irresistibly charming butch—no matter, I was a goner. Still am. You cup my head tenderly in one hand and unzip your jeans slowly with the other, savoring the sudden gleam in my eye. How I love the sound of your zipper. I tremble as much from anticipation of what is coming next as from the sharp pain in my knees and legs.

“Story Time” by Inara Serene

“You know the more you tell me how much you hate the idea, the more I want to make you do it.”

My gaze dropped to my folded hands, and I examined the ring on my left index finger with undue attention. Even the barest hint of suggestion of the threat rendered me pliant and demure. His words traced over the outline of the tattoo he had imprinted on my psyche, making me visibly shake with the knowledge that I was his, and he could do as he wished with me.

“Princess” by Amelia June

Plucking a wooden spoon out of a kitchen drawer, I go back to the bedroom. I give an extra swing to my hips so my high heels click on the tile.

When I get into the room, he’s eager. His breath comes quickly, his body shaking with the stress of being on his knees. I hold the spoon in both hands, tapping the bowl of it against my palm. For a moment I’m the evil queen to his princess. “Knees hurt?” I ask, arching one eyebrow.

“Contact” by Shenoa Carroll-Bradd

Clare strode into the hotel bar without glancing to either side, as instructed.

No eye contact, he’d said.

She ordered a sidecar, tugging down the hem of the skirt he’d picked out. It wasn’t her favorite, but of the six potential outfits she’d sent, this was the one he wanted. While she waited for her drink, Clare slid a compact mirror from her purse and used it to scope out the other patrons. She wasn’t sure what to look for; he hadn’t sent a picture of his face, just his hands, crossed over one knee.

“For Her Art” by Elise Hepner

Our eyes locked. Her tongue slicked across her lips, making me wet. Her irises were wide with need, and I imagined mine mirrored her lust. The scatter of voices and peals of laughter died away. And as some expensive perfume prickled up inside my nostrils, her small manicured hand flitted through the air, as if she intended to touch me. But only the tight caress of air licked against my belly. My intent, voyeuristic friend took three short steps to the right—and pressed the button to the side of me with the heel of her palm.

“Working It Out” by Roger Markson

No sooner had my mind drifted than her boot was right under my nose. “Clearly, your mind is elsewhere. Helen, please go fetch the whip.” For a second, I was scared, but when I saw the smile on pretty Helen’s face, I let myself go with the moment. “I’m turning you over to Helen for the moment—I can’t waste the whole class on you, Kyle.” Hearing my name from Lucille’s mouth, uttered as both a warning and a promise, it seemed, made me even more aroused. I was pulsing with energy. Was this the famed endorphin rush I’d been searching for? I wasn’t sure, but I followed Helen to a far corner.

“Control” by Cate Ellink

The leather against my hips and stomach is cool. The burn in the back of my legs increases as I lower my head. A cascade of hair smothers the wooden boards. Heavy breasts strain as I swing forward, dropping toward my lowered head, stretching the flesh across my ribs. My nipples squeeze. Blood rushes to my brain in a pounding rush. When I first tried this, I orgasmed from the rush of blood, but I’ve learned control. I wonder if Dashiell remembers.

His cane was so quick back then. I earned it often. An orgasm followed by the cane equaled a double coming. Punishment and reward.

“Unanchored” by Corrine Arundo

For the twenty-seventh night in a row now, I will get my vibrator out, buzz against my clit, building the tingling and the hurricane of sensation. Building up to the edge—then stopping because you aren’t here and it doesn’t feel as good without you. I miss you. And I’m mad at you. The tears come, not surprisingly, like they have for twenty-seven nights now. I am empty, wanting you to make me full again. I am aching and waiting. I am unanchored without you to pull me back to earth, back to where I belong, back under you. Missing you and missing my pleasure is too much. I can’t do it. Not anymore.

“Fucktoy” by Lady Lucretia

Now stay in that position and don’t you move,” she instructed him in a firm voice. He nodded while looking up at her and gave some kind of garbled response. She wasn’t sure what he said because of the ball gag in his mouth. No matter. There was a chance that even without the ball gag he wouldn’t be forming coherent sentences. She’d just given him a punishment like he’d never had before—but he did have it coming. Rules were made for a reason, and if they weren’t enforced, what was the point of having them?

“Caramel” by Kathleen Tudor

One of the party hosts was circulating with a challenge: name the reindeer in alphabetical order and win a prize. And he was taking on the challenge. Thomas. A big man, muscled all over, with arms like a superhero, and those tight leather pants showed something else at heroic proportions as well.

“Blitzen, Comet, Cupid…”

I set down my paper cup full of punch and moved behind him as he went through the list, breathing deeply enough to make my breasts swell over the top of my corset, even though the effect was wasted for the moment.

“The Bulldog Breed” by Lisette Ashton

She’d opened her mouth to ask if anyone was about when she heard someone moan.

It was an exclamation of obvious pain.

But there was something else in the sound: something needy, obvious and sexual. It was a sound Dani knew well, a sound that often reverberated from the walls of her own bedroom.

She stiffened.

She glanced back toward the door, planning to make an escape before she was discovered. She turned and caught her hip against a corner of the reception desk. The collision caused a small thud.

“Mistress Raven” by Olivia Archer

She is always magnificent in her black thigh-high boots, sporting one of her array of leather dresses. Her simple makeup is set off by deep-red lipstick; her dark hair is secured in a single band. No further embellishments are needed. At times she carries a whip, but often her words are her only tools. They cut as sharply as any implement.

“Following Orders” by Jade Melisande

Except that at this party there was a woman dressed in a latex catsuit, stroking the head of a naked man at her feet; two men stood by the fireplace discussing the merits of jute rope versus hemp while one of them tied a woman’s wrists; and elsewhere a man traced a knife slowly down the arm of the woman standing next to him without breaking her skin.

Yep, just another kinky party at the Pleasure Dome, as their hosts liked to refer to the house where they held weekly play parties for the local BDSM crowd.

“Writer’s Block” by Kitten Boheme

“Follow,” Alex ordered. She followed, surrendering to him. When they reached her table, she sat. “No!” Pulling her up by her hair, he swept the chair away deftly with his foot.

“Bend over, put these on the table,” he said, slapping her forearms.

Claire obeyed. She turned to watch Alex remove his apron. He put a hand on either side of her face, directing her gaze straight ahead; he positioned the makeshift blindfold over her eyes, tying it tight. Taking her hands, he guided her fingers to the home row of the keyboard.

“Help! My Wife’s a Former Dominatrix!” by Angela R. Sargenti

Well, this was something new. She normally starts my spankings over the top of them, and once I’m warmed up, she pulls them down for the real thing.

The most she’s ever done before is make me take them down at the same time as my pants.

My heart pounded fiercely as I watched her spread a clean towel across her lap. When she glanced up at me again, her eyes bored into me.

“That Moment When” by Martha Davis

That was my WTF moment. Yes, I wanted exotic and hot sex of the extreme sport variety, but tossed on the floor and forgotten? I struggled in my bonds and my tummy fluttered with the thrill of my complete helpless- ness. My pussy grew even wetter. The passing time only let me meditate and mentally masturbate on my predicament.

“You really need to delete your browser history. The things you’ve been studying? Good for me to know, but makes me wonder about the educators of our impressionable teenagers.”

He reached in the box and pulled out a black leather paddle. “How does it feel to be tied up like that little computer glossy you gave me? You like it?”

“The Dinner” by Erzabet Bishop

Trying to control my breathing, I reached for the glass of wine in an effort to calm myself. His touch was making me into a puddle of want. Picking up my fork, I stabbed some lettuce absently, preparing for what was to come next.

I paused with the fork in midair; it quivered in my hand as I met his eyes. “Yes, Sir.” His finger edged inside of me once again, one finger becoming two, and I gave up all pretense of trying to eat. When he turned up the control on the egg, my fork clattered to the plate. Sucking in my breath, I looked up in alarm as a warning cloud settled on his features.

“Room with a View” by Rose de Fer

It sat in the center of the room, dominating the space like a stage. They made it up with satin sheets and a silk duvet all in red and black, topping it with a scattering of pillows. And when they were done they did what all loving couples do on their first night in their new home: they fucked.

At first I felt guilty, and I put the binoculars down. But even without them my eye was drawn back to the naked window and the nakedness I could see through it. The man was slightly older. Older than her and older than me. Handsome and athletic. I couldn’t have appreciated that piercing gaze without the binoculars. It was little wonder his lovely wife had fallen under his spell.

“Fitting Assignment” by Marie Rebelle

With a nervous glance at the curtain, she double- checked that no one could see her from the other side. Claire pulled her skirt up as she looked back at the screen of the phone. Image by image, she appeared on the telephone screen: her stockings, the garter belt, her naked pussy. Claire had one more thing to check before she could continue with her task. She took a small step closer to the phone and put her left foot on the bench. Yes! The image on the screen was what she had in mind. The lighting in the cubicle was perfect. Light from the ceiling reflected in the mirror and back at her. The image was without shadows. Every detail of the folds of her pussy was visible on the screen.

“Spider” by Valerie Alexander

I kept a cool face as we passed a caged girl, a shirt- less man with red welts crisscrossing his back, and another girl bridled like a pony. We were here because the host made bondage furniture, and Devon and I were commissioning him to build us a St. Andrew’s cross—if we could afford it, that was. Bondage furniture tended to be expensive.

I ignored the doms eyeing me and smirking. Though I’d been sexually submitting to Devon in private for eight months now, I’d never had the desire—or the guts—to take part in the scene, as people called it. Somehow I didn’t think I could get turned on by a spanking or whipping here the way I did in private.

“The Chrome Plated Connection” by Ginger F.

He’s lying down, and I straddle him. His hands clasp my hips, still toying with the line of my panties, and make me squirm. I let my nail drag over his nipple, and with a deep breath and a smile, I begin to play.

I start by pressing the clover clamp to his nipple. I can hear him suck in a breath. I use my other hand to start toying with the other nipple as I tease my Master with the lightest pressure from the clamp, opening and closing it at intervals. His eyes are shut and he’s pressing his head back, but his hands remain firm and unyielding on my hips. When his fingers dig in I know it’s time, and I let the first clamp establish itself on his flush flesh.

“How to Fail” by Laurel Isaac

All I could think was how I must be doing something wrong. I must have forgotten some technique I usually use, or there must be something wrong with my body that the feeling good wasn’t kicking in. Maybe if I waited a little longer it would start to. Maybe this was how it always was in the beginning? If only he’d slow down I might be able to figure it out, but the paddle abruptly landed squarely in the middle of my right cheek. The throbbing felt like it had shocked me right in half. I let out a sob. And there it was again, and again. If only I had a minute, I might be able to…but the strokes kept landing, bludgeoning, deafening.

“Crush” by Giselle Renarde

He doesn’t hesitate long before biting her cunt, right through the tight layer of black lace. She hisses. It’s better than good. His nibbles send shock waves down her legs and up to the nipples hardening inside her black bra. She likes to coordinate. “I wish I could fuck you with my clit.” He glances up at her. “Fuck me where?”

“Your throat,” she says. “Your ass. If my clit grew big and hard, I’d slap it across your bratty little face. I’d smack your cheeks. I’d spank your ass.”

“Housebroken” by Laila Blake

Softly, like the kiss of a butterfly she ran the tip of a peacock’s feather over her kitten’s stomach, smiling at the little movements that showed her pleasure, the tingling of the bell and the tiny whimpers. She found the arch of her rib cage and traced along its path. Her kitten flexed her stomach and released again. Imani ticked her belly button, trying to drill the feather into the small, tight hole to make her do it again. She was rewarded with a tiny squeal and little kicks into the air.

“Stronger Than Steel” by Alva Rose

Even when he’s on the edge, even when he finally breaks and his hands grip me a little tighter, he’s quiet, strong, restrained. Always the picture of control.

Tonight, when he comes home from his week on a remote construction site, I’m going to take that away.

He is always rewarded by the sound of his name coming breathless and distorted from my mouth, by the hard upward curve of my spine and the bucking of my hips, the slickness that spreads pale, wet butterfly wings on my thighs, and tonight I will get mine.

“Student Becomes Master” by Rob Rosen

My cock throbbed. He smacked that next. Ass to cock, cock to ass. “Mister Matthews,” I reiterated. “Please untie me.” Even to my own ears my plea came off sounding rather weak.

He crouched down, our faces barely an inch apart. “Funny, your voice says one thing, but your prick says something else.” He got on his knees and rubbed his dickhead against my lips before smacking my cheek with it. Again I moaned, body quaking in rapt anticipation. “You were a fucking sadist in my youth, Mister Jones. What’s happened to you?”

“Where the Sun Don’t Shine” by Corvidae

The phone buzzed again a few minutes later. I don’t like the look of that suit. You’re going to get tan lines. You know I don’t like anyone but me marking your skin, Pet.

A thrill shot through her. He wouldn’t have called her “Pet” unless he had some sort of game in mind. She hesitated, then replied. What would you have me do…Sir?

There was a longer delay this time, but when his reply came it was short. Take it off. Now.

“Object” by Regina Kammer

“Take off your clothes.” “Sorry?” This was most irregular. “Take off your clothes,” Shorn said pointedly. “Give ’em to me. Jen’ll take it from there.” And when he was completely nude, Jen took it from there. She was over six feet, with a weightlifter’s body and a smoker’s voice. He felt compelled to do whatever Jen said and to keep quiet about it.

“Against the wall.” She provided an encouraging shove.

“The Control Tower” by Olivia Summersweet

“United 830, cleared for takeoff, contact Norcal departure,” I told a pilot through my headset, getting him off the runway just seconds before a landing plane set down.

Another close call. These fantasies about Brad had to stop. This month I’d already created a “golden towbar,” two planes nose to nose that had to be towed apart because airplanes can’t back up. I’d been the laughing- stock of the tower. I’d been mentally sucking Brad’s cock at the time. I’d never actually seen Brad’s cock, but I imagined it as just a bit longer and thicker than average, with a large, shapely, purple head. Perfect for sucking. My mouth watered again just thinking about it. Please let me suck it, please. I closed my eyes.

“Long Skirt” by Gigi Frost

I stand, alone, in the center of the room. There is only an inch of leg showing between the hem of my long skirt and the ankle straps of my shoes. You walk around me, appraising. I duck my head and look up into your eyes, then away again. Then you are behind me. I grip the sides of the skirt in each hand and lift it, ever so slightly. I am going to give myself to you, expose my flesh for you, one inch at a time. I practiced in the mirror this afternoon, trying to learn by muscle memory what an inch feels like so I could do this accurately, the same way I use a mirror in rehearsal to learn what height

to raise my leg, where to place my hands.

“Breathless Obedience” by Cèsar Sanchez Zapata

I didn’t notice the leather collar in her hand until she clasped it around my throat then took a step back, admiring her handiwork with a wicked grin. She pulled a two-tailed tawse—how perfectly old school—from beneath the mattress, and crawled on, drawing her exquisite legs on either side of my waist, nestling my cock between her thighs.

Leaning forward, crushing her breasts against me, she hooked the belt behind my head to lift up my face. I parted my lips for a kiss, but she merely licked and bit, teasing my tongue until I was positively frantic. As if from a far distance, I heard my own pleas. Whimpering! The anticipation always got to me. She knew that, and relished it, I’m certain, more than anything else.

“Mine” by Roxanna Cross

“You’d rub that pussy of yours over that glass, beg him to come closer and lick you through the thin barrier. You’d grind your pussy on my cock and come in long trembling gushes.” Of course he knew. He always knew. “I should be angry with you for wanting another man to give you pleasure.” He slapped his open palm across my derrière. “But I’m not.” Another slap. “I love that you’re such a slut,” And another. “My slut.” His next slap reverberated all the way to my clit. “Mine,” he said savagely.

His words got to me.

“Second Date” by Alice Gauntley

Do you own any strap-ons?” Jamie asks, her engineer boots playing footsie with my worn Chuck Taylors. I shake my head. “I’m more of a bottom. As I’m sure you know.” This is only our second date, but our first was at a play party, so I feel like the normal rules of propriety don’t really apply.

“A bottom in the kink sense, sure,” says Jamie, her leather-clad heel pressing so hard on my toe all of a sudden that I almost let out a whimper in the middle of this hipster-student café. “But I didn’t see you complaining when I shoved your fingers into my cunt last weekend. I seem to remember you were very…enthusiastic about it. Or were you just being obedient?”

“Table Manners” by M. Marie

Her order was emphasized by a hard smack against my upper left thigh. I dropped my gaze immediately, but that didn’t seem sufficient assurance for her that I wouldn’t sneak another peek. Her hands pulled away and there was a rustle of fabric, before a strip of dark satin was slipped over my eyes and tied behind my head.

A whine escaped my throat. I hated being blindfolded, and she was well aware of that fact. My complaint fell on deaf ears, though; her hands had already abandoned the tight knot and were sliding back down my spine and over the round curve of my ass. As her fingers found my wet pussy and slipped between the lips, I forgot all grievances.

“Teddy, Bare” by Jere Haken

Now, Theodore!”

The formality of my given name rings in my ears and prompts me to obey. Adam has always been gentle, but tonight his first responsibility as my new husband will be to punish me.

My fingers are cold and clumsy as I shove my pants to my knees. As instructed, I didn’t bother with briefs when I changed out of the tuxedo. Adam liked me in my fancy clothes, but he loves me in my normal, comfort- able wardrobe. Plain T-shirt and plain jeans for a plain boy.

“The Problem is, I’m a Bitch” by Corrine Arundo

It was sometime in college when I realized I liked a certain kind of pain. I’d get a rush from a paper cut or a good pinch. And when my coaches would smack my wet ass after a swim, I’d always wish they’d done it harder, with more bite. That was when I first tried out some BDSM. But it does tend to raise some eyebrows, coming to swim practice all bruised up. And that shit is year round.

The problem is, I’m a bitch. I have friends who play the brat game; I’m so much more than that. I want to make my dominant really hurt me.

“The Lost Suitcase” by Tamsin Flowers

He left me standing in position and I heard a clatter as he emptied the carrier bags onto the small table by the window. He seemed to be sorting through multiple items. After a minute or so he came back to me. Again he stood behind me but this time his hands went to my neck. He pulled my hair to one side and slipped a collar around my neck. It felt rough and hard compared to the soft leather collar I normally wore. He caressed my neck as he fastened it, and his touch sent a flutter to my loins. Had Target started selling bondage gear?

“It’s from the pet department,” he said, reading my mind.

“The Rhino C.” by Margery Kempe

The fireplace crackled, casting warmth and light across the room.

“We’ll soon have you comfortable.” He slipped her jacket off and threw it over the back of the comfy chair. Then he reached up to unbutton her blouse, keeping his gaze locked on hers. They had the same smile on their faces. When he slipped off her blouse, he leaned forward to bite her nipple through her bra.

Sheila whimpered.

“Marni’s Working Area” by Dominic Santi

Marni used to make me masturbate until I climaxed before she paddled me. Then she discovered that fucking cock-milking toy. Her new routine gave a whole new meaning to the worddread when I fucked up. She walked over to the side of the bed, her hips swaying and her boobs jiggling, frowning so hard my balls wanted to climb inside and hide. She picked up the lubricant and squeezed a long, slick stream over her middle finger.

“Pull your legs up and back.”

“Lost in the Feeling” by Nicole Gestalt

He leads me away from the rug and the throw to an area that at first appears free of fur and pulls me down onto a seat. It’s an oddly shaped seat; the front part is wider than the back, meaning to sit on it comfortably you have to do so with legs open wide. Upon the sides are wide cuffs designed for my thighs whilst upon the back of the chair is a cuff large enough to hold both my wrists together firmly. With a practiced hand, he does them up so I am held helpless on the chair, spread wide, knowing full well in this position he could do absolutely anything to me. My enforced confinement from the fur-lined cuffs makes my submission that much sweeter. By wriggling and straining against the cuffs, I can get the fur to move against my skin, sending arcs of pleasure through me.

“Choker” by Sean Finn

Instead, Tyler pulled me close for a rough kiss that bruised my lips, his hand on the back of my neck speaking volumes. He was in charge, and he wasn’t just going to “let me do the honors.” He was going to fuck my mouth, just like his tongue was probing its depths.

I whimpered when he finally pulled away, utterly shaken—in the best possible way. I was more nervous than I’d been with my very first blow job, my confidence knocked to the ground. I followed Tyler, in awe of how he’d gotten me to give up any semblance of control or confidence in mere seconds.

“Reverse Psychology” by Rachel Kramer Bussel

“Now the other one,” Sasha grunted, and I transferred my lips to her right nipple while she tugged at my hair. I dared to brush my cock against her leg to show her how hard I was. I’m grateful that she likes to get fucked; I’ve been with women who loved nothing more than to tease me, to have me watch them with other men’s dicks in their mouths and pussies, to tie me up and let me see a vibrator do the work I longed to do. With Sasha, as long as I get her primed with her favorite kind of pain, she is more than ready for my cock.

“Aftermath” by Michael in Texas

He once suggested that after a spanking, whenever I’m sitting down, I pull up my skirt so my bottom—at least the part below the panties—is bare on the seat. It was a suggestion, not an order—he knows better than that. On the drive to work, I try it. The upholstery is scratchy against my thighs; it tingles and itches. I become aroused. I feel ridiculous, so at the first stoplight, I pull my skirt back down. My ass muscles burn when I raise my hips.

“Take Down” by Marievie

The body above me is too heavy, the grass too slippery, his grip too tight. Instead, he turns me back over, grabs my wrists right above my head. I feel bondage tape being wrapped around first my wrists, then my legs. I struggle in horror, groaning. Both of us are covered in sweat by now, so the tape keeps slipping and my hands and legs stay free. As he leans over to reach into his bag, I grab anything within reach, clawing the grass, his shirt, his chest, until my hands get hold of his kilt and I tear it off, leaving him naked but for boots and socks.

“Hard Things” by Joy Faolán

I said I’ve never let anyone do that before. I said I was scared. I said I didn’t know what to expect. I said I knew it would make her happy. I said I knew this was my Hard Thing. And then…

Then I said yes.

I knew that this would be intense. I knew it would not be easy. I knew, actually, that it would be thehardest thing I have done for her…for anyone.

“Breathless” by Dorla Moorehouse

I focus on your hands, meditating on your skin and the pressure it provides. You’ll leave a few marks on me, two purple thumbprints in the gap between my collarbones, and from the correct angle, they’ll look like a heart. I love the way those marks linger, the way I get to wear the evidence, even though I’ll have to spend the better part of a week being careful with my wardrobe. I don’t want to deal with questions—or worse, assumptions.

Trying to zero in on the feeling of your fingertips, on the bruise forming beneath my skin, I close my eyes, yearning to become pure sensation.

“Perfect Gentleman” by Donna George Storey

She narrows her eyes, cat-like. “Aren’t you going to try to kiss me again?”

“May I?”

She giggles, but opens her mouth to him easily enough. Their tongues dance. She makes mewing noises, like she always does when she’s ready to go at it. Yet whenever he tries to touch her breast, she twists away. She’s not wearing a bra, either, but some weird, rigid undergarment—a corset? His penis throbs in his pants, oozing precome.

“Control yourself, please. Remember that I’m a lady.”

Gratis: New Beginnings Release Day!

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Gratis: New Beginnings, Official description

After the well-received Gratis: Midwinter Tales, published in December last year, familiar as well as new names present a hot-off-the-press collection of quality erotic literature to follow in its footsteps. Gratis: New Beginnings is a refreshing look at the as yet young year in all its glorious potential. Themes of rejuvenation, redemption and personal growth mingle with the tantalising imagery and intense emotion our existing readers are already familiar with.

Spring is a time perfect for falling in love or lust and the ten authors of Gratis: New Beginnings are keen sweep you up in their erotic fantasies. This collection contains stories by Erzabet Bishop, M.J. Carey, Km Dylan, Jason Jaxx, Kay Jaybee, Livilla Sanders, Hedonist Six, Molly Synthia, Chloe Thurlow and Elizabeth Woodham.

Contents:

Notes from a Blue Bike by Erzabet Bishop, Rebirth by M.J. Carey, The Love That’s Sleeping by KM Dylan, Unbuttoning by Kay Jaybee, Countdown by Jason Jaxx, Past Perfect by Livilla Sanders,Holding On by Hedonist Six, Robbie’s Starlets by Molly Synthia, Arab Spring by Chloe Thurlow,Khloya by Elizabeth Woodham.

FREE on Amazon! http://www.amazon.com/Gratis-New-Beginnings-Anthologies-ebook/dp/B00IRF1H5W/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1395289722&sr=1-1&keywords=gratis+new+beginnings

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Story blurbs
Notes from a Blue Bike  by Erzabet Bishop
True love began between the spokes of an ancient blue bicycle. They say you can never go home again…but what if home was there waiting for you all along?

Justine returns to her small home town to save money for school knowing it will never be the same without the one true love that got away. Kate is the owner of the internet sensation The Sugar Whip bakery. Vandals threaten her business, but what will shake her up most of all is coming down the road on an ancient blue bicycle.

Home is where the heart is. If you have the courage to let it in.

Rebirth by M.J. Carey
Alice has changed her life, changed her job, changed where she lives to escape her memories. On her first day at the library she meets a new man who attempts to seduce her in the most unusual way, offering yet more change to her life; a complete rebirth through a shared love of books.

The Love That’s Sleeping by KM Dylan
When her best friend Natasha arrived in Paris to throw her a bachelorette party, fashion model Katie Wolfer knew she was in for a wild ride. But little did she know what an explosive night it would become.

This story is chapter two of “First Lady,” the third novel in K M Dylan’s fictionalized erotic memoirs of a supermodel (the Cult of Beauty series), but it stands on its own.

Countdown by Jason Jaxx
If you catch me, you can have me: a bewitching call that sends Dave in pursuit of a gorgeous brunette. A journey of twists, turns and raw sexuality  that seems destined to end, dashed by its illicit nature. Racing against time and circumstance, does the onset of Spring promise the prospect of love?

Unbuttoning by Kay Jaybee
Unbuttoning- Rewarding herself for losing weight by buying a new dress, Laura eagerly awaits her lover’s reaction to her new look. Meanwhile, Jenny has her own plans to prove to Laura that she loves her and her sexy figure, whatever size it is.

Having secretly bought Jenny some very special presents, Laura sets out to see if her girlfriend’s stamina is as strong as ever- one button at a time….

Past Perfect by Livilla Sanders
Tanya McAvoy is forty five, lesbian and an inveterate sexual predator. Her dalliances are as casual as they are brief. A chance encounter with her first lover brings back memories of the wild passionate night that transformed her life from  perfect but frustrated student to voracious hedonist.

Holding On by Hedonist Six
Five years as a sexchat operator have been more than enough for Charlotte. She can’t wait to leave it all behind: the late nights, the dirty talk and the mouthbreathers on the other end of the line.

But there’s a little hitch, a hiccup in her plan. There’s one client she would rather not quit talking to…

Robbie’s Starlets by Molly Synthia
How can a man with ready access to young, nubile, and sexually motivated girls possibly remain loyal to his wife? Connie can’t accept that her film producer husband isn’t tempted by his starlets or, at the least, disappointed with the sex life in their marriage. She’s determined to become the perfect seductress for him but how far will she have to go to satisfy him?

Arab Spring by Chloe Thurlow
In a small village on the edge of the Sahara the girl watches her boyfriend David lose $800 playing backgammon with a dark handsome Arab. David doesn’t have the money to pay and the Arab offers to play one more game, double or nothing: the debt swiped clean if he wins, the girl for the next three hours until midnight if he loses. She agrees, not knowing that three hours on a hot desert night beneath the stars can be an eternity.

Khloya by Elizabeth Woodham
Multi-layered: a Matryoshka, Chloe Merrywell leads a hedonistic lifestyle. The ache in her promiscuous heart is satisfied by lovers, male and female and by the lustful, debauched, Nicholas Kamarovsky. When Chloe meets army medic, Dan, her approach to life undergoes a transformation. She tries to embrace conventionality and takes steps to eliminate old ties. Will Chloe escape the magnetism of her long-term, older lover, or is she forever destined to be Kamarovsky’s Girl?

Knowing Her Place: A First Look with Kay Jaybee

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EXCLUSIVE PEEP- The Perfect Submissive Part 3 – Knowing Her Place

 

Hi everyone! It’s Kay here, back again with the lovely Erzabet!!

 

Regular visitors to this wonderful web site will know that Erzabet has recently hosted blogs for me about Part One- The Perfect Submissive, and Part Two- The Retreat (published on 15th Oct) of my erotic BDSM series, The Perfect Submissive Trilogy.

 

Today I am here to give you a total EXCLUSIVE- this is the first time I have ever shared the blurb to the third part of The Perfect Submissive Trilogy- Knowing Her Place!

 

This final instalment in the adventures of Jess Sanders is due out in Spring 2014, and as I write this blog for you, this novel only exists as a synopsis and four drafted chapters!!

With the release of Book Two only days away, I am conscious of not telling you very much about novel number three- for Knowing Her Place carries on the action only hours after the climax (if you’ll excuse the pun) of The Retreat

 

So if you don’t want ANY clues to what happens in The Retreat then DO NOT READ THIS BLURB yet!!!

 

Ready? Sure you want to read this?

 

Okay- here it is…

 

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.

 

Well- I hope that has intrigued you enough to want to read the entire trilogy if The Perfect Submissive is new to you, or to continue with Jess’s adventures if you have already experienced Book One!!

 

Thanks again to Erzabet for letting me take up three of her valuable blog spots over the past week- I very much appreciate it!!

 

Happy Reading,

Kay xx

 

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If you’d like to read The Perfect Submissive Trilogy– Part’s One and Two are both available in Kindle, Nook, Kobo, IBook and paperback from all good retailers, including Amazon-

 

The Perfect Submissive – Part One of The Perfect Submissive Trilogy

AmazonUK-http://www.amazon.co.uk/The-Perfect-Submissive-Kay-Jaybee/dp/1908262788/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1358716163&sr=8-1

Amazon.com-http://www.amazon.com/Perfect-Submissive-Kay-Jaybee/dp/1908262788/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1358717314&sr=1-1&keywords=perfect+submissive

 

The Retreat – Part Two of The Perfect Submissive Trilogy

Amazon UK- http://www.amazon.co.uk/The-Retreat-Perfect-Submissive-Trilogy/dp/1909520810/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1376076208&sr=8-1&keywords=The+Retreat+kay+jaybee

Amzon.com- http://www.amazon.com/The-Retreat-Perfect-Submissive-Trilogy/dp/1909520810/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1376076293&sr=8-1&keywords=The+Retreat+kay+jaybee

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Bio-

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.

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

Facebook –http://www.facebook.com/KayJaybeeAuthor

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

 

The Retreat: The Perfect Submissive Part Two

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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-

Amazon UK- http://www.amazon.co.uk/The-Retreat-Perfect-Submissive-Trilogy/dp/1909520810/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1376076208&sr=8-1&keywords=The+Retreat+kay+jaybee

Amazon.com- http://www.amazon.com/The-Retreat-Perfect-Submissive-Trilogy/dp/1909520810/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1376076293&sr=8-1&keywords=The+Retreat+kay+jaybee

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Bio-

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.

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

Facebook –http://www.facebook.com/KayJaybeeAuthor

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

 

The Perfect Submissive: Kink from Kay Jaybee- Perfect Submissive Style

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Kink from Kay Jaybee- Perfect Submissive Style

Thanks for inviting me to crash your site today for the first of three blogs about my very first erotica series, The Perfect Submissive Trilogy!!

I have been writing erotica for nine years now, and over that time I have built up something of a reputation for penning tales of the S&M and BDSM persuasion. Never has this reputation been more deserved than with Book One of the trilogy The Perfect Submissive, which I have to confess, definitely falls into the heavier side of erotica. In other words, it is pretty full on!

BlurbHidden behind the Fables Hotels respectable facade, five specially adapted rooms wait; ready to cater for the kinky requirements of its guests.

When Mrs Peters, the mistress of the hotels exclusive entertainment facility, meets the new booking clerk, Jess Sanders, she instantly recognises the young woman’s potential as a deliciously meek addition to her specialist staff. All it will take is a little education.

Under the tutelage of the dominatrix, Miss Sarah, Jess learns to cope with her unexpected training schedule, the increasingly erotic chill she experiences each time she survives a new level of correction, and a truly sexy exercise routine.

 Temporarily distracted from her intimidating rule over Fable’s top floor by  an enigmatic artist, Mrs Peters begins to plan how she can secure his obedient assistance, in grooming Jess into the perfect submissive…

Making a living out of writing sex scenes is great fun whichever way you look at it. For me however, it is the kinkier scenes that are the most interesting and attractive to both read and create.  To be able to invent interesting and unusual- yet believable (if somewhat muscle stretching), ways to provide pleasure is a challenge I really enjoy. Taking everyday objects and turning them into instruments of eroticism- through either direct pleasure, or through pleasure via desired pain, is a wonderful way to spend my days! For example, why just use a paintbrush to paint with?

In the following extract, Miss Jess Sanders has been working at the Fables for a few days now, and has been introduced to the Hotels pseudo school room. We join the action were the poor girl has been tied to an art table for what seems like hours, and now, at last, physical relief has arrived…

‘Master Philips, this is Miss Jess Sanders, the new administration clerk, and soon, well … let’s just say, I have high hopes for this young lady.’

Jess’s brain galloped off at a number of conflicting tangents as Lee nodded in evident understanding. An understanding Jess certainly did not share. What high hopes?

‘While you were lying here enjoying yourself, Miss Sanders, Master Philips here, has proffered me a great service.’

Jess said nothing, her eyes trained on the white tabletop before her, not wanting to see the predatory look of either of the people who towered over her. She could feel the sexual tension rising in the stale air of the room, and her body tingled.

Daring another glance at the young man, Jess took in the short dark hair, the slim body, the midnight blue eyes, and the unmistakable bulge of a hard cock beneath his suit trousers, which made her pussy give an involuntary spasm against the brush.

‘As you can see, Master Philip, Miss Sanders has been corked with one of the heftier classrooms paintbrushes. Just a little something to keep that untutored body amused in my absence.’

Jess closed her eyes as she heard Mrs Peters talking about her as if she was a mere thing, a toy to be played with. The idea appalled her, and yet, somehow the thought that they could do whatever they liked to her, sent another shot of desire through her abused frame, confusing her further.

Lee said nothing, but watched as Mrs Peters’ hand went towards the bristles that extruded from the girl’s cunt. Jess groaned as it was abruptly pulled out, leaving her pussy emptier than ever.

Sardonically observing Lee’s aroused state, the manageress asked him, ‘Would you like your dick to replace the brush handle for Miss Sanders? I’m sure that right now she is feeling particularly in need of filling, and I know you have a cock worthy of the job.’

Without raising his head, Lee replied, ‘Thank you Mrs Peters, I would.’

‘Then assist me.’

Swiftly Jess’s bindings were untied. It felt strange to be free, and the clerk’s shoulders cracked as she moved, flexing her arms and legs to get her blood circulating again. Jess wasn’t allowed her freedom for long however, as Mrs Peters yanked her arms sharply behind her back, re-tying her wrists, and shoving her into the larger and more comfortable teacher’s chair, her butt on the very edge of the seat, her legs spread.

‘As you are aware, Master Philips, I consider patience one of life’s greatest virtues, a lesson I think, by the look of desperation that is shining so blatantly in Miss Sanders’ eyes, it is high time she learnt.’

‘Yes Mrs Peters.’ Lee deflated slightly as he realised he would have to wait a little longer for his reward, but felt better when Laura passed him the paintbrush, knowing precisely what he was supposed to do with it.

Jess, her eyes wide, her throat drier than ever, watched as Lee ran the brush’s soft bristles between his fingers. Kneeling before Jess, he placed the tip of the paintbrush on the very end of her right nipple. Gasping with shock at the sensitivity of the touch, Jess began to shiver against the sweeping strokes Lee focused on her breast.

‘I must congratulate you, Master Philips.’ Mrs Peters spoke with approval. ‘You have an excellent technique there, arousing, and stimulating, without being quite enough to make your subject come.’

Jess groaned. Why wouldn’t they let her come? As the deliciously torturous brush moved onto her left tit, tears of desire and frustration gathered at the corner of her eyes. She knew she was minutes away from begging. Begging to be fucked, begging to be allowed to come; begging for a warm mouth to come to her pussy, her chest, her mouth.

Her quivers turned to shakes as her stomach knotted with the build up of a fast approaching climax.

A gesture from Laura and Lee dropped the brush, causing tears of desperation to course down Jess’s cheeks. ‘Now, Miss Sanders, you have to learn to pace yourself. This is as much for our enjoyment as yours, and we are not ready to let you come yet.’

Blinking in disbelief at her superior’s words, Jess felt the tears dry against her face, as once again the brush was employed by Lee, this time along her tethered arms, her unsteady legs and her taut stomach. Concentrating hard on not pleading for more direct attention, Jess tried to ignore the growing ache between her legs, and the increasingly obvious presence of Lee’s erection.

Jess’s persistent moans turned to helpless whimpers as Mrs Peters finally broke the tension, ‘You may remove your clothes, Lee.’

The young man moved with uncaring speed and Jess gulped as she saw the neatly circumcised penis that was pointing at her hungrily, slide into the waiting rubber.

Ordered to sit up straight, Jess obeyed as the barman gratefully sank his length into Jess’s slick snatch. Their mutual sighs of relief made Mrs Peters issue a sharp sneering laugh, ‘So young and so desperate.’

Picking up the brush, the manageress began to stroke the cream bristles back over Jess’s tormented nipples, as Lee heaved against her, slapping his backside and balls against her in his urgency to come.

Jess screamed out her climax, her body rocking in shocked pent up pleasure.

As Jess slumped against the barman, Mrs Peters dropped the brush to the floor. ‘You see, Miss Sanders, some things are so much better if they are promised, but withheld for a while. If you are made to wait, you appreciate things all the more. Don’t you think?’

‘Yes, Mrs Peters.’ Jess spoke automatically through breathless lips. There really wasn’t anything else she could say…

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Thanks again for letting me visit today. If you come back to Erzabet’s fabulous site on Thursday, you’ll be able to find out about the second book in The Perfect Submissive Trilogy- The Retreat! See you then!!

Happy Reading,

Kayxx

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Bio-

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.

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

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Kay also writes contemporary romance as Jenny Kane – www.jennykane.co.uk

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