Hello my Dark Darlings,
Here’s a fun twist to my usual #SoSS Interview which I’ve combined with an entry for #Food4ThoughtFriday.
The acclaimed erotica author Kay Jaybee agreed to answer my questions channelling her submissive character Jess who you may know from The Perfect Submissive Trilogy: The Fifth Floor, The Retreat and Knowing Her Place (KJBooks, 2018). I reviewed it here. I plan to read & review her latest book: Yes Ma’am shortly.
If you’re sitting comfortably (I was instructed to make sure my interviewee wasn’t!) then she will begin.
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Hello, my name is Jess Sanders. My mistress, Miss Sarah, and my employer, Mrs Peters, have instructed me to answer your questions truthfully and to the best of my ability.
- What draws you to the blogs you follow?
I read all the blogs I’m told to. They’re usually about how I ought to behave as a submissive.
- List 5 words you use to search for the content you want to read/view
submissive, dominant, sexy, femdom, ropeplay
- What is your favourite type of adult toy?
The vibrator. Miss Sarah is an expert with it.
- If you were sent to a desert island (with no power issues) name the adult item or film or book you’d take with you:
I would take the book Cassandra’s Conflict by Fredrica Allen. It’s a great book for a submissive to read. I aspire to be both as mentally strong and as obedient as the lead character.
- What’s your current sexuality? At what age did you realise this was the right ‘fit’ for you?
What I’m told it is. I only realised I was genuinely open to everything – rather than was straight as I’d always assumed – when I applied for a job at the Fables Hotel in my early twenties. My eyes were soon opened.
Prior to meeting Mrs Peters and Miss Sarah I hadn’t been brave enough to think about what I truly desired.
- What’s your preference – naked or “dressed up” for sex? If dressed up, how so?
I like it when I’m dressed in my rope harness. It feels so fully dressed, while leaving me virtually naked. ‘Dressed, but with easy access’ – that’s what my fellow submissive, Lee, calls it.
- Is there a kink or fantasy you’re yearning to try?
I don’t think there is anything left for me to try. (Perhaps I shouldn’t say that – my mistress will be immediately thinking of new challenges!)
- Name a pivotal moment in your youth which may have set the path for your sex life:
In my youth I lived quietly- not really mixing with others. I sat and read books and kept myself to myself. Relationships and sex were things that happened to confident people.
As I said before, it was my arrival at the Fables Hotel. I applied to be the booking clerk – a genuine job, which I got.
I did not know however, that there was a secret floor to the hotel – The Fifth Floor. This is where Mrs Peters makes sure our adult guests get their exclusive entertainments- and where I now work as a submissive.
I love my job.
- Sexting – love it or hate it?
I’ve never done it – mobiles are banned here. It’s a place to truly escape from the rigours of the real world.
- If you watch porn, do you have a preference for professional or amateur?
I much prefer amateur – it seems more real somehow more relatable. I find looking at people considered to have ‘perfect’ bodies off putting and a little intimidating.
- Nominate your favourite “adult” film or book
As we don’t watch movies here, and I would never have dreamt of watching porn prior to my arrival here, then I can’t recommend a good film, but I have read lots of amazing erotica. The aforementioned Cassandra’s Conflict is a must read. And would you believe it – Miss Sarah and Mrs Peters have actually employed an author (Kay Jaybee) to write my story from when I arrived at Fables until now – a sort of bio I suppose. So much has happened to me since I arrived here, that the story has become a trilogy with an extra short story on top as well.
I’m still amazed anyone would want to read about me. One day I’m hoping that Miss Sarah will let me read it.
“Readers, hold on… it’s a crazy ride. If you like your erotica dark and dirty, then this is the book for you.” The Romance Reviews
The Fifth Floor
Hidden on the fifth floor of the Fables Hotel’s respectable facade, five specially adapted rooms wait; ready to cater for the kinky requirements of its select guests.
When Mrs Peters, the mistress of the hotel’s exclusive entertainment facility, meets the new booking clerk, Jess Sanders, she 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…
No sooner has Jess Sanders embraced her role as submissive, when Mrs Peters, informs her that she and Miss Sarah have been loaned to The Retreat; an adult establishment in the remote glens of Scotland. Suddenly, Jess finds herself caught in a mind-bendingly erotic fairytale experience at the hands of the unyielding David Proctor, and his staff.
Desperate to return to her submissive life on the fifth floor, Jess finds herself trapped. David Proctor wants to keep her for himself…
Knowing Her Place
Desperate to see Mrs Peters, Miss Sarah, and the Fables Hotel again, Jess discovers she can win her freedom is she agrees to go on a specialised quest.
With a list of five unknown addresses in her hand, the submissive is driven from The Retreat in Scotland towards England.
With no idea of what or who awaits her at each stop, all Miss Jess Sanders can do is hope that her journey will eventually take her back to the fifth floor, where she truly knows her place…
You can find the links to buy the trilogy here (The books are available individually too)
BARNES AND NOBLE
Thank you for having me today. I’d better go now. Miss Sarah has plans for me…
Bio – Kay Jaybee was named Best Erotica Writer of 2015 by the ETO
Kay received an honouree mention at the NLA Awards 2015 for excellence in BDSM writing.
Kay Jaybee has over 180 erotica publications including, Yes Ma’am, (KJBooks, 2019), A Kink a Day, Books One- Four, (KJBooks, 2019), The Perfect Submissive Trilogy; The Fifth Floor, The Retreat and Knowing Her Place (KJBooks, 2018), The New Room (KJBooks, 2018), Making Him Wait (Sinful Press, 2018), Wednesday on Thursday, (KDP, 2017), The Collector (KDP, 2016), A Sticky Situation (Xcite, 2013), Digging Deep, (Xcite 2013), Take Control, (1001 NightsPress, 2014), and Not Her Type (1001 NightsPress), 2013.
Details of all her short stories and other publications can be found at www.kayjaybee.me.uk
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Wow – Thank you Jess for sharing your more ‘private’ side with me and my Dark Darlings!
I met Kay at 2019’s Eroticon. I was fortunate enough to join her workshop, a variation on ‘write what you know’ . Writing about things to which a reader can relate, draws them in. With my fellow delegates, I visited a ‘virtual’ supermarket, selecting random consumable items to challenge ourselves to include them in sexy fiction.
I picked “Butter“. I’ve included an excerpt of what I came up with, as it fits with the theme of “Time Slip / Time Travel” for Food4Thought. Kay and I had a giggle over the story I wrote, emoting with my character Bernadette, who is having a ‘menopausal’ moment.
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Bernadette had the uncanny feeling she was out of step with the other shoppers in the supermarket. Everyone seemed focused on lists, selecting fresh produce, canned or packet goods while stacking trolleys with their planned purchases. Nobody noticed her pass with her empty wire basket, instead they scanned the shelves, checking prices and special offers. Capitalizing on her ‘invisibility’ she helped herself to a wrapped caramel from the pick ‘n’ mix stand and sucked it as she wandered the aisles.
A familiar daydream began. She was without underwear over a full-skirted dress which skimmed the floor. Underneath, her lover was concealed. On his knees, he kissed and licked her naked flesh, his insistent ministrations causing a tingle in her pussy and an insistent throb at her clitoris. She sighed with delight then snapped back in the moment. She realized it was another side-effect of the hormone cream her doctor had prescribed.
Bernadette cursed the menopause! She couldn’t recall what day it was, but knew she needed to buy butter, so headed for the open-fronted chiller cabinet stocked with tubs and blocks of dairy spread. Goosebumps raised on her bare legs and arms as she browsed the refrigerated stock. It was a summer’s day but the supermarket maintained a low ambient temperature to keep food fresh. Enjoying the cool air on her flushing skin, she chose a foil-wrapped stick of butter and placed it in the basket. She struggled to order her thoughts to remember what else she needed to buy.
“Would Bernadette MacLean go to the chilled produce loading bay.” The metallic tannoy broadcast it’s message.
Startled by the announcement, apprehension swirled her system as she sought the loading bay. She located a double width doorway with vertical strips of hard clear plastic which allowed easy access to the shelf stackers with wheeled cages. Bernadette walked soundlessly through the gap wondering why, as a casual shopper, she’d been summoned. The loading bay was deserted. Unable to find a member of staff, she walked on, basket in hand, looking left and right. She hoped the reason they’d summoned her would soon present itself.
She continued walking until she exited via the back of the store. In the open air, she found herself in a narrow brick alleyway. Bernadette felt confused by its unfamiliarity. Her sensations of disorientation increased dramatically on observing a line of tired looking women with gaudily painted faces. The women’s attitude was resigned rather than sexy, as they lounged against the scarred red brick.
Shocked, she spun 180 degrees, but the doorway through which she had arrived was gone. Instead, the brick perimeter continued in the opposite direction, peppered with more women leaning against its rough surface.
Adding to Bernadette’s strange situation, the garments worn by these women differed vastly from her knee-length denim skirt and fitted blouse. A few of them glared at her, directing hostility at her bare legs and arms which contrasted sharply with their old fashioned long skirts and dresses,. Many had buttons undone to display corsets which boosted the curves of their pale breasts.
Bernadette struggled with panic and incredulity, everything felt so unreal and dreamlike.