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…
With her training to become the resident submissive at the Fables complete (or as complete as a submissive’s training can ever be!), Jess Sanders has adapted well to her unexpected career change. Under the watchful eye of her trainer, the dominatrix Miss Sarah, and their manageress, Mrs Peters, Jess has become a favourite with the hotels regular clients.
In her own way, Jess has become very fond of her regular guests- all except for one- Mr David Proctor. When it comes to his requirements, Jess is always fully on her guard, which is why her secondment to Proctors new business venture in Scotland fills her with more than a little trepidation…
Jess may have been blindfolded, but she knew she’d been bundled onto a plane. The claustrophobic nature of the atmosphere, combined with the distinctive smell of expensive leather, and the hum of air conditioning, made her location unmistakeable.
The pair of strong hands that had gripped her shoulders manoeuvred Jess into a chair that was far too comfortable to be on a charter flight. It had all the luxurious hallmarks of a first class compartment or a private plane.
Of course it’s a private plane, Jess told herself. As if I could be taken on to a standard flight like this!
No one had spoken in the car. During the journey from Fables to whichever airport they’d been driven to, every erotic scenario possible, from the mild to the brain-bogglingly outlandish, had passed through Jess’s head.
As a seatbelt was buckled across her lap, and the engines roared into life, Jess felt more disorientated and dizzy by the second. Her ears popped as the plane soared skywards, heading for its required altitude.
Her muscles clenching to new heights of tension, Jess became aware of movement, and an unfamiliar female voice saying, with a gentle Scottish purr, ‘You may disengage your seatbelts now, gentlemen.’
‘I must say, I’m very grateful to Mrs Peters for sending me two such ripe specimens.’ Jess jumped in her seat. She hadn’t expected to hear David Proctor’s voice echoing around the interior of the plane, the unfamiliar acoustics making her unsure if his stocky body was looming over her or if he was merely sitting nearby.
The voice that replied was more sceptical. ‘Having seen them in action, David, I am yet to see what has so enthralled you about these women.’
Kane was still here. Damn! Jess, her hands linked together in her lap, wished she could block out the conversation between the two men, but knew that if she didn’t hear what was said, her imagination would fill in the blanks anyway, and probably invent a scenario even worse than the reality of the situation.
Proctor’s sigh as he replied to Kane’s caustic comment felt somehow suffocating, as if it was filling Jess up from the inside out. ‘Well, ladies, I can’t pretend I’m not disappointed. I had such high hopes. Kane is an excellent judge of sexual prowess, and I felt sure you’d impress him in the White Room. Yet, from what he tells me, you, Miss Sarah, did nothing but stand feebly by and watch, while Miss Sanders lay motionless as she was given the time of her life by three obliging gentlemen, my compatriot included.’
Miss Sarah’s sharp tut of response was deliberately audible.
‘You wish to speak, Miss Sarah?’ David’s voice was sugar sweet, and if Jess hadn’t met him before, she could almost have believed it was a genuine invitation. The staff of Fables, however, knew better, and the dominatrix remained silent. Besides, her tut had been eloquent enough to make her feelings clear without elaboration.
‘So she is wise enough to hold her tongue on occasion?’ Kane’s curt accent oozed sarcasm.
Although she couldn’t see him, Jess was sure Proctor would be glaring from herself to Miss Sarah and back again as he spoke. His words dripped mock-sorrow. ‘If I’d considered for even one moment that you’d fail to impress my respected associate, then I would never have asked Mrs Peters for you.’
Proctor paused long enough for Jess to feel queasy again. ‘You have precisely 75 minutes to convince me I haven’t made a terrible mistake in borrowing you. If you fail to impress, then I will leave you at our destination, and you’ll have to make your own way home in disgrace. I can’t begin to think what the other members of Fables will think if you scuttle back with your tail between your legs.’
Lying bastard. Despite her anxiety, Jess seethed silently. She knew David was talking crap. He would never abandon her and Miss Sarah in the middle of nowhere. Mrs Peters’ revenge would be extreme, to say the least. She was convinced he was in full “bullshit show-off” mode in the presence of Kane.
Trying to remain rational, Jess allowed herself space to think. Why was he trying so hard to impress Kane if he was simply a colleague? She was damn sure David knew Kane was playing down his White Room experience. Anyway, no man could keep his dick as stiff as Kane’s had been if they didn’t like what they’d been seeing. Plus, it had been his choice not to use a gag, and in the back of her head Jess could hear the cacophony of appreciative sighs and groans that had issued from Kane’s throat while she’d held his shaft in her velvet grasp.
Deep in thought, Jess was surprised by the sudden removal of her blindfold, and found herself looking into the smiling face of a uniformed air stewardess.
Predictably slim, yet curvy in all the right places, the hostess had a tan that was plainly out of a bottle, and which clashed alarmingly with her jet black hair and overdose of make-up.
Jess who, beneath all her erotic musings, had harboured unrealistic hopes that she might be allowed to sleep on the flight, saw how unlikely that now was. The stewardess, her light blue, fitted blouse showing off her braless tits beneath, her skirt short enough to reveal the tops of her stockings, hovered by David, as if awaiting instructions.
It had been a while since Jess had seen Mr Proctor, and she was struck afresh by the falseness of his expression. Everything about him had always seemed implausible, as if his whole demeanour was being used to perpetuate the idea that he was a nice guy, and not the ruthless businessman Jess knew him to be. Average in height and build, it was as if the very ordinariness of David’s short, greying hair with its over-long fringe, and the unremarkable shade of his green eyes in his circular face, had to be compensated for with constant reminders of his wealth. A wealth which he flaunted with every garment he wore and every item he owned.
Rather than dismissing the stewardess, he gestured towards her, ‘Ladies, let me introduce you to Alisha.’
Jess looked at the girl more closely. She had “footballer’s wife” written all over her, but perhaps it wasn’t just her tan that was false?
‘Alisha is a member of staff at your new place of employment.’ David gave her a smile that may well have been genuine, but still managed to make Jess feel uneasy. ‘She’s been intrigued by what I’ve told her about my visits to your team in Oxfordshire. So naturally, when Alisha asked if she could witness your expertise for herself I was only too delighted to agree. As you have yet to impress my colleague here –’ David gestured to Kane ‘– now seems the perfect time to show him and Alisha what you are really capable of.’
While smarm poured from Proctor’s tongue, Jess battled not to exchange knowing glances with Miss Sarah. Instead she focused on the figure now perching on the chair next to her boss. She couldn’t have been more than 22, making her at least half David’s age, and three years younger than Jess herself. Alisha was giving off an air of confidence that didn’t sit quite right with the frequent flick of her eyes from David to his guests, and back again.
Was her confidence fake too? Had David simply ordered her to act like that for him? Jess began to feel as if she was watching some sort of bizarre theatrical performance.
Glancing at Kane, who sat on the chair across the small aisle from David, Jess couldn’t mistake the look of contempt on his face. He was observing Alisha with even more open suspicion than he’d spared on either Jess or Miss Sarah. So, he wasn’t convinced by this woman either …
Suddenly thrown in a bizarre world of pseudo fairytales, Jess and Miss Sarah find themselves both learning and teaching new skills- but no one seems to want to tell them the real reason why they are at The Retreat in the first place…
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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.
Details of Kay’s work, past, present and future can be found at www.kayjaybee.me.uk
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