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The Story Behind “Not Taking the Tube”

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May 18  |  BDSM, eBooks, erotic romance  |   Kay Jaybee

I am sure one of the most frequently asked questions that passes from the non-writer to the writer is, ‘Where do you get your ideas from?’

My answer is both predictable, and always the same. ‘From all around me.’ I say- ‘from everywhere.’

To give you an example…

I was stood one cool Saturday morning, with hundreds of others, on the platform of Moorgate Tube Station. There was breathing room only, and we were being advised via a barely audible Tannoy announcement, that it was going to take an average of 2 hours to get to Paddington Station by tube (normally a 20 minute run), so we should consider alternative transport.

tube train

You could feel the tension in the air, the anger was bouncing off the walls, and the language of stress was flying from many a commuter’s mouth. Mobile phones were being launched into life, as apologises were conveyed from those who were going to be very later for work to their employers etc- apart from those who couldn’t get a phone signal- I began to seriously fear for those individual’s blood pressure.

Watching all this from the comfortably resigned position of someone who has three hours before they have to catch their train home, I leant against the grubby grey wall of the station and considered my options. Perhaps, I thought, I should catch a bus.

As I continued to observe my fellow would be travellers, the seed of a plotline began to germinate in my mind. A small and undeniably attractive guard was doing her best, with infinite patience, to explain to the surging mass of commuters what was going on. Facing a barrage of abuse, she calmly carried on, letting all the anger directed at her slip away like water off a ducks back. But what if she snapped? What if her reserve broke…what would she do then?

Yes Ma'am 2015

There and then the story ‘Not Taking The Tube’ was born, a piece which quickly engendered five sister stories, which in turn became my S&M and BSDM based Fem Dom e-anthology Yes Ma’am.

I have never been so glad to be held up by a train!

Here’s a little extract for you…

…Opening his mouth to complain, he found a slim finger pressed over his lips. “Sir, I did not make the tube points fail.” Her voice was perfectly calm. He could smell the dusty claustrophobic atmosphere on her skin as she slowly moved the single digit across his lips making his pulse match his inflated blood pressure. “Nor did I decide to mess up the lighting system. And I certainly didn’t decide that today would be the perfect day to start renovation on the Circle Line.”

His breath rattled in his throat, and yet the presence of her finger somehow prevented him from speaking. It would have been easy to push her away, but the diminutive figure had taken a step forward, and her chest, neat, firm, and encased in a regulation navy shirt and tank top, felt unexpectedly arousing next to his stomach.

“Now, sir, if you go on stressing like this, then you’ll have a heart attack or something. I suggest you allow me to assist you in lowering your tension levels.”

Rational thought was doing its best to communicate with him, telling him that a short dark skinned, incredibly self contained Underground official was unhooking the clasp of his belt. He wanted to rail and shout against the unfairness of delay. He wanted to push her away; shove her; punish her for being so fucking reasonable. He didn’t though; he merely watched as a dangerous smile grew at the corner of her lips.

For a split second time seemed to freeze, as if they were both considering what was about to happen. Then, the woman exploded.

With angry relish she whipped the leather belt from his trousers, dropped it and pulled open his fly so violently that a button came free and skittered across the floor. Gripping his balls through his trousers, she hissed, “You and all you “clever” types don’t even stop to think before you wade in with all your complaints.”

His jaw fell open as she massaged his balls with painful squeezes. It was as if all the weeks and months of unjust dealings had snapped inside her in one go…

***

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You can buy Yes Ma’am

Amazon UK- http://www.amazon.co.uk/Yes-Maam-female-domination-ebook/dp/B008H4JHVO/ref=sr_1_6?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1376072456&sr=1-6&keywords=yes+ma%27am 

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Happy reading,

Kay xx

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A Little Taste of Yes Ma’am: Military Style…

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November 2  |  BDSM, eBooks, erotic romance, News  |   Kay Jaybee

Fancy a spot of Fem Dom action?

– It’s time to say Yes Ma’am- plus a free read…

 Yes Ma'am 2015

Blurb-

A collection of six arse spankingly, wrist binding, whip wielding tales of female domination, Yes Ma’am contains straight, lesbian and bi-sexual encounters of the S&M nature.

Lying in Wait– Cadet Luke Porter is the least successful army recruit in the squadron. The butt of his comrades jokes, his reputation badly needs improving, and he is desperate to do well in the seek and rescue exercise he’s about to embark upon. Some of his female counterparts however, have other plans, and are determined to find out just how far Luke will go to improve his standing within the regiment…

Black – He is intoxicated by the woman in black. He can’t explain why he needs to see her, why he willing does precisely what she tells him to. Why she has such an effect on him, as she sits him in the backroom of a private club and weaves her web of control around him. He is beginning to think he has sold his soul to the devil herself…

Dear Claire – Ali has secretly lusted over her best friend’s lover Rick, for a long time. At least, she thought it was a secret. When her friend Claire asks her to take coffee into Rick as he lies in bed,  it appears that Claire has left Ali a gift wrapped present; her boyfriend, shackled, blindfolded, and ready for Ali to do whatever she likes with. Amazed by Claire’s generosity, Ali doesn’t know where to start, until she sees the neat sentence tattooed on Rick’s arse, ‘If I don’t obey my mistress, I will be punished.’

“Don’t You Emma” – In a delicious corruption of Lee’s longed for fantasy, his lover Daisy arranges for them to share another woman. Rather than enjoying a full-on threesome however, Lee finds himself forced to sit and observe his partner perform all the chastisements she normally saves just for him upon a girl called Emma. A girl who, it seems, can withstand the punishments Daisy dishes out with far more self control than Lee has ever managed. Simply sitting in an armchair has never been so difficult…

Not Taking the Tube – Venting his frustration at being delayed yet again by London’s Underground system on the nearest official, the harassed businessman finds his complaints aren’t received in quite the way he’d expected. The petite guard upon whom he directs his anger has just about had enough of the constant string of complaints from the commuters she tries to help. Swiftly turning the tables on her latest assailant, she realises her own pent up anger quickly, sexily, and with the expert use of her surprised companion’s black leather belt…

Rachel’s Twisted Tale – Imprisoned in a bare room, high at the top of an old house, totally naked, her long golden plait wrapped around her body, Rachel waits. She waits for her mistress gaoler to punish her for being perfect. She waits for Tom, her secret lover, to climb in through the window and fuck her senseless. Rachel knows he could free her.  He could help her escape the agonies and humiliations she endures, but she doesn’t want saving. Rachel needs to stay. Rapunzel never suffered like this….

***

This kinky anthology gets a Brit Babe rating of…

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Lying In Wait

Surely they must be close. The quiet that hung in the air around him had passed beyond uncomfortable, and was fast heading towards eerie.

He had already swept the whole house. The pulse in Cadet Luke Porter’s neck galloped as he contemplated the reaction he’d get from the other squaddies if he screwed up yet another exercise. They teased him enough as it was.

Two o’clock in the morning, shrouded in the gloom and shadows of the night, the new recruit’s task was to crawl through the replica semi-detached house, without falling or being discovered by the “enemy” and rescue the “victim” lying wounded within. In this case, the enemy consisted of two more experienced cadets and the victim was his corporal, who had been left to “finish this damn seek and rescue exercise off” by the sergeant in charge, who’d definitely had a bee in her bonnet about something before she’d pissed off with all the other new recruits.

Luke strained his ears for any sound or movement. He hadn’t expected the dark to feel so oppressive. Despite the heavy pack he carried, his helmet, and the uniform in which he was dressed, the chill of the place make Luke shiver. It was best not to think that he was one of only four people stuck in this deserted replica town bang in the middle of Salisbury Plain. The fact that the whole thing was only an exercise and nothing life-threatening could really happen didn’t stop the adrenalin pumping through his body.

Risking a glance at his watch, Luke saw he only had four minutes to find the corporal and get outside. Exhaling slowly, he pushed himself away from the wall and felt for the doorway.

Calling out wasn’t an option in case the pseudo-enemy heard, so he studied the shadows carefully as he edged into the next room. Still nothing. This was strange, he had been in this room before; he’d looked around all the furniture and, even through the criss-cross of shadows, he should have been able to spot anyone easily.

Retreating, Luke headed to the hallway and crept down the stairs, concentrating hard on not making them squeak. His head throbbed, and he was aware of a patina of sweat spreading across his palms and down his neck.

A swift double-check of the kitchen and dining area produced nothing, and there was no one tucked behind the door in the downstairs bathroom. That only left the living room, and he’d been in there twice already.

‘Where the fuck have you been?’

The hazy outline of a woman sprawled on the sofa in the centre of the room was immediately obvious. ‘What!’ Luke’s face flushed with angry embarrassment. He’d checked this room. ‘You weren’t here before.’

Without wasting his breath complaining about being tricked by his “helpless” victim who’d obviously been dodging around to avoid him, Luke pulled at the wrists of Corporal Phelps so he could haul her towards the front door.

The woman however, resisted all attempts to be moved.

Doing his best to rein in his temper, Luke hissed between clenched teeth, ‘Corporal, I’ve got seconds to get you out. Now come on!’

‘I don’t think so, Lukey Baby.’

He’d long since given up reacting to the use of his hated nickname. As the youngest of the new recruits, he’d learnt to live with it. ‘You know I have to get this exercise right, now just fucking well get up!’

Grinning up at him, blatantly enjoying his cracking temper, fiddling with a stray black hair that had escaped from her ponytail, she spoke with annoying calm, ‘That’s not a very nice way to ask for help, Lukey. How about saying please?’

‘Corporal, I need you to come outside with me – please.’ Making a lunge at her waist, he picked Phelps up and threw her over his shoulder.

Corporal Phelps called out as she was hoisted into a fireman’s lift, ‘Hey girls! Do you see this? Lukey Baby is much stronger than he looks.’

Out of the gloom the two cadets who should have been acting as Luke’s “enemy” appeared before him.

Luke’s mouth opened to ask them what on earth they were playing at, but before a single word left his mouth Phelps had placed her hands over his groin and squeezed his dick hard. ‘Nice. It seems baby Lukey might not be quite so lickle ickle after all.’

Without stopping to think, and trying to ignore his body’s reaction to the Corporal’s groping, Luke threw Phelps off his shoulder, onto the sofa. Dumping his heavy pack, and pulling off the helmet, he looked from one woman to the other. Despite the dark it was easy to see that they were all smirking at him.

Refusing to give them the satisfaction of him shouting, Luke managed to control his anger. ‘Well done!’ You’ve managed to mess up my last chance. My last chance to get one of these bloody exercises right. Well ha-ha. If you wanted to get me thrown out, then you’re doing a great job!’

Completely indifferent to his words, still sprawled on the sofa where he’d dropped her, Phelps lifted herself up onto her elbows, her ankles swinging playfully in the air behind her. ‘We just wanted to see if it was true.’

‘To see if what was true?’

It was the redhead who Luke knew as Cadet Richards who replied, ‘To see if you’re all grown up.’

A new layer of perspiration prickled his forehead as the meaning of what she was saying sank in.

MFF

The third girl, Carter, stepped closer and took hold of both of his hands. Her skin was soft and cold, ‘You can forgive our curiosity surely?’ She used no force to ease his arms towards her and her tone was so reassuring that for a split second Luke thought she was about to apologise for their behaviour and end this charade.

In that instant, the full force of his naivety hit him. Leaping from the sofa, Phelps and Carter stripped Luke’s camouflage jacket from his back and yanked his T-shirt from his arms and head with an expertise that convinced him they’d worked together in this way before.

As Phelps held his wrists securely behind him, Richards came directly in front of Luke with eyes blazing like points of fire in the gloom. Shocked, Luke knew she was defying him to move as her fingers came to his black belt, and made short work of undoing it. ‘Let’s see just how big a boy you are…’

****

Buy Links-

Amazon UK- http://www.amazon.co.uk/Yes-Maam-female-domination-ebook/dp/B008H4JHVO/ref=sr_1_6?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1376072456&sr=1-6&keywords=yes+ma%27am

Amazon US- http://www.amazon.com/Yes-Maam-female-domination-ebook/dp/B008H4JHVO/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1376072566&sr=8-1&keywords=Yes+maam+kay+jaybee

Remember to keep a cool drink handy when you’re reading this book- HOT!!!

Happy reading

Kay xx

 

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A Little Taste of Yes Ma’am: Military Style…

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March 25  |  BDSM, eBooks, erotic romance, News  |   Kay Jaybee

Fancy a spot of Fem Dom action today- so it’s time to say Yes Ma’am- plus a free read…

 Yes Ma'am 2015

Blurb-

A collection of six arse spankingly, wrist binding, whip wielding tales of female domination, Yes Ma’am contains straight, lesbian and bi-sexual encounters of the S&M nature.

Lying in Wait– Cadet Luke Porter is the least successful army recruit in the squadron. The butt of his comrades jokes, his reputation badly needs improving, and he is desperate to do well in the seek and rescue exercise he’s about to embark upon. Some of his female counterparts however, have other plans, and are determined to find out just how far Luke will go to improve his standing within the regiment…

Black – He is intoxicated by the woman in black. He can’t explain why he needs to see her, why he willing does precisely what she tells him to. Why she has such an effect on him, as she sits him in the backroom of a private club and weaves her web of control around him. He is beginning to think he has sold his soul to the devil herself…

Dear Claire – Ali has secretly lusted over her best friend’s lover Rick, for a long time. At least, she thought it was a secret. When her friend Claire asks her to take coffee into Rick as he lies in bed,  it appears that Claire has left Ali a gift wrapped present; her boyfriend, shackled, blindfolded, and ready for Ali to do whatever she likes with. Amazed by Claire’s generosity, Ali doesn’t know where to start, until she sees the neat sentence tattooed on Rick’s arse, ‘If I don’t obey my mistress, I will be punished.’

“Don’t You Emma” – In a delicious corruption of Lee’s longed for fantasy, his lover Daisy arranges for them to share another woman. Rather than enjoying a full-on threesome however, Lee finds himself forced to sit and observe his partner perform all the chastisements she normally saves just for him upon a girl called Emma. A girl who, it seems, can withstand the punishments Daisy dishes out with far more self control than Lee has ever managed. Simply sitting in an armchair has never been so difficult…

Not Taking the Tube – Venting his frustration at being delayed yet again by London’s Underground system on the nearest official, the harassed businessman finds his complaints aren’t received in quite the way he’d expected. The petite guard upon whom he directs his anger has just about had enough of the constant string of complaints from the commuters she tries to help. Swiftly turning the tables on her latest assailant, she realises her own pent up anger quickly, sexily, and with the expert use of her surprised companion’s black leather belt…

Rachel’s Twisted Tale – Imprisoned in a bare room, high at the top of an old house, totally naked, her long golden plait wrapped around her body, Rachel waits. She waits for her mistress gaoler to punish her for being perfect. She waits for Tom, her secret lover, to climb in through the window and fuck her senseless. Rachel knows he could free her.  He could help her escape the agonies and humiliations she endures, but she doesn’t want saving. Rachel needs to stay. Rapunzel never suffered like this….

This kinky anthology gets a Brit Babe rating of…

britbabes_kink_hotnraunchy_4

 

Lying In Wait

Surely they must be close. The quiet that hung in the air around him had passed beyond uncomfortable, and was fast heading towards eerie.

He had already swept the whole house. The pulse in Cadet Luke Porter’s neck galloped as he contemplated the reaction he’d get from the other squaddies if he screwed up yet another exercise. They teased him enough as it was.

Two o’clock in the morning, shrouded in the gloom and shadows of the night, the new recruit’s task was to crawl through the replica semi-detached house, without falling or being discovered by the “enemy” and rescue the “victim” lying wounded within. In this case, the enemy consisted of two more experienced cadets and the victim was his corporal, who had been left to “finish this damn seek and rescue exercise off” by the sergeant in charge, who’d definitely had a bee in her bonnet about something before she’d pissed off with all the other new recruits.

Luke strained his ears for any sound or movement. He hadn’t expected the dark to feel so oppressive. Despite the heavy pack he carried, his helmet, and the uniform in which he was dressed, the chill of the place make Luke shiver. It was best not to think that he was one of only four people stuck in this deserted replica town bang in the middle of Salisbury Plain. The fact that the whole thing was only an exercise and nothing life-threatening could really happen didn’t stop the adrenalin pumping through his body.

Risking a glance at his watch, Luke saw he only had four minutes to find the corporal and get outside. Exhaling slowly, he pushed himself away from the wall and felt for the doorway.

Calling out wasn’t an option in case the pseudo-enemy heard, so he studied the shadows carefully as he edged into the next room. Still nothing. This was strange, he had been in this room before; he’d looked around all the furniture and, even through the criss-cross of shadows, he should have been able to spot anyone easily.

Retreating, Luke headed to the hallway and crept down the stairs, concentrating hard on not making them squeak. His head throbbed, and he was aware of a patina of sweat spreading across his palms and down his neck.

A swift double-check of the kitchen and dining area produced nothing, and there was no one tucked behind the door in the downstairs bathroom. That only left the living room, and he’d been in there twice already.

‘Where the fuck have you been?’

The hazy outline of a woman sprawled on the sofa in the centre of the room was immediately obvious. ‘What!’ Luke’s face flushed with angry embarrassment. He’d checked this room. ‘You weren’t here before.’

Without wasting his breath complaining about being tricked by his “helpless” victim who’d obviously been dodging around to avoid him, Luke pulled at the wrists of Corporal Phelps so he could haul her towards the front door.

The woman however, resisted all attempts to be moved.

Doing his best to rein in his temper, Luke hissed between clenched teeth, ‘Corporal, I’ve got seconds to get you out. Now come on!’

‘I don’t think so, Lukey Baby.’

He’d long since given up reacting to the use of his hated nickname. As the youngest of the new recruits, he’d learnt to live with it. ‘You know I have to get this exercise right, now just fucking well get up!’

Grinning up at him, blatantly enjoying his cracking temper, fiddling with a stray black hair that had escaped from her ponytail, she spoke with annoying calm, ‘That’s not a very nice way to ask for help, Lukey. How about saying please?’

‘Corporal, I need you to come outside with me – please.’ Making a lunge at her waist, he picked Phelps up and threw her over his shoulder.

Corporal Phelps called out as she was hoisted into a fireman’s lift, ‘Hey girls! Do you see this? Lukey Baby is much stronger than he looks.’

Out of the gloom the two cadets who should have been acting as Luke’s “enemy” appeared before him.

Luke’s mouth opened to ask them what on earth they were playing at, but before a single word left his mouth Phelps had placed her hands over his groin and squeezed his dick hard. ‘Nice. It seems baby Lukey might not be quite so lickle ickle after all.’

Without stopping to think, and trying to ignore his body’s reaction to the Corporal’s groping, Luke threw Phelps off his shoulder, onto the sofa. Dumping his heavy pack, and pulling off the helmet, he looked from one woman to the other. Despite the dark it was easy to see that they were all smirking at him.

Refusing to give them the satisfaction of him shouting, Luke managed to control his anger. ‘Well done!’ You’ve managed to mess up my last chance. My last chance to get one of these bloody exercises right. Well ha-ha. If you wanted to get me thrown out, then you’re doing a great job!’

Completely indifferent to his words, still sprawled on the sofa where he’d dropped her, Phelps lifted herself up onto her elbows, her ankles swinging playfully in the air behind her. ‘We just wanted to see if it was true.’

‘To see if what was true?’

It was the redhead who Luke knew as Cadet Richards who replied, ‘To see if you’re all grown up.’

A new layer of perspiration prickled his forehead as the meaning of what she was saying sank in.

MFF

The third girl, Carter, stepped closer and took hold of both of his hands. Her skin was soft and cold, ‘You can forgive our curiosity surely?’ She used no force to ease his arms towards her and her tone was so reassuring that for a split second Luke thought she was about to apologise for their behaviour and end this charade.

In that instant, the full force of his naivety hit him. Leaping from the sofa, Phelps and Carter stripped Luke’s camouflage jacket from his back and yanked his T-shirt from his arms and head with an expertise that convinced him they’d worked together in this way before.

As Phelps held his wrists securely behind him, Richards came directly in front of Luke with eyes blazing like points of fire in the gloom. Shocked, Luke knew she was defying him to move as her fingers came to his black belt, and made short work of undoing it. ‘Let’s see just how big a boy you are…’

****

Buy Links-

Amazon UK- http://www.amazon.co.uk/Yes-Maam-female-domination-ebook/dp/B008H4JHVO/ref=sr_1_6?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1376072456&sr=1-6&keywords=yes+ma%27am

Amazon US- http://www.amazon.com/Yes-Maam-female-domination-ebook/dp/B008H4JHVO/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1376072566&sr=8-1&keywords=Yes+maam+kay+jaybee

Remember to keep a cool drink handy when you’re reading this book- HOT!!!

Happy reading

Kay xx

 

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Yes Ma’am: The Story Behind “Not Taking the Tube”

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March 17  |  BDSM, eBooks, erotic romance, News  |   Kay Jaybee

I am sure one of the most frequently asked questions that passes from the non-writer to the writer is, ‘Where do you get your ideas from?’

My answer is both predictable, and always the same. ‘From all around me.’ I say- ‘from everywhere.’

To give you an example…

I was stood one cool Saturday morning, with hundreds of others, on the platform of Moorgate Tube Station. There was breathing room only, and we were being advised via a barely audible Tannoy announcement, that it was going to take an average of 2 hours to get to Paddington Station by tube (normally a 20 minute run), so we should consider alternative transport.

tube train

You could feel the tension in the air, the anger was bouncing off the walls, and the language of stress was flying from many a commuter’s mouth. Mobile phones were being launched into life, as apologises were conveyed from those who were going to be very later for work to their employers etc- apart from those who couldn’t get a phone signal- I began to seriously fear for those individual’s blood pressure.

Watching all this from the comfortably resigned position of someone who has three hours before they have to catch their train home, I leant against the grubby grey wall of the station and considered my options. Perhaps, I thought, I should catch a bus.

As I continued to observe my fellow would be travellers, the seed of a plotline began to germinate in my mind. A small and undeniably attractive guard was doing her best, with infinite patience, to explain to the surging mass of commuters what was going on. Facing a barrage of abuse, she calmly carried on, letting all the anger directed at her slip away like water off a ducks back. But what if she snapped? What if her reserve broke…what would she do then?

Yes Ma'am 2015

There and then the story ‘Not Taking The Tube’ was born, a piece which quickly engendered five sister stories, which in turn became my S&M and BSDM based Fem Dom e-anthology Yes Ma’am.

I have never been so glad to be held up by a train!

Here’s a little extract for you…

…Opening his mouth to complain, he found a slim finger pressed over his lips. “Sir, I did not make the tube points fail.” Her voice was perfectly calm. He could smell the dusty claustrophobic atmosphere on her skin as she slowly moved the single digit across his lips making his pulse match his inflated blood pressure. “Nor did I decide to mess up the lighting system. And I certainly didn’t decide that today would be the perfect day to start renovation on the Circle Line.”

His breath rattled in his throat, and yet the presence of her finger somehow prevented him from speaking. It would have been easy to push her away, but the diminutive figure had taken a step forward, and her chest, neat, firm, and encased in a regulation navy shirt and tank top, felt unexpectedly arousing next to his stomach.

“Now, sir, if you go on stressing like this, then you’ll have a heart attack or something. I suggest you allow me to assist you in lowering your tension levels.”

Rational thought was doing its best to communicate with him, telling him that a short dark skinned, incredibly self contained Underground official was unhooking the clasp of his belt. He wanted to rail and shout against the unfairness of delay. He wanted to push her away; shove her; punish her for being so fucking reasonable. He didn’t though; he merely watched as a dangerous smile grew at the corner of her lips.

For a split second time seemed to freeze, as if they were both considering what was about to happen. Then, the woman exploded.

With angry relish she whipped the leather belt from his trousers, dropped it and pulled open his fly so violently that a button came free and skittered across the floor. Gripping his balls through his trousers, she hissed, “You and all you “clever” types don’t even stop to think before you wade in with all your complaints.”

His jaw fell open as she massaged his balls with painful squeezes. It was as if all the weeks and months of unjust dealings had snapped inside her in one go…

***

Yes Ma'am promo 2015

You can buy Yes Ma’am– complete with it’s brand new cover- from…

Amazon UK- http://www.amazon.co.uk/Yes-Maam-female-domination-ebook/dp/B008H4JHVO/ref=sr_1_6?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1376072456&sr=1-6&keywords=yes+ma%27am 

Amazon US- http://www.amazon.com/Yes-Maam-female-domination-ebook/dp/B008H4JHVO/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1376072566&sr=8-1&keywords=Yes+maam+kay+jaybee

Happy reading,

Kay xx

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Yes Ma’am Gets a New Look!!

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March 15  |  eBooks, News  |   Kay Jaybee

In 2012 I wrote a collection of stories called Yes Ma’am. To this day, it remains amongst the favourites of all the anthologies I’ve written, and I am delighted that it has now been given a fresh new cover!!

Check it out!!

Yes Ma'am 2015

A collection of six arse spankingly, wrist binding, whip wielding tales of female domination, Yes Ma’am contains straight, lesbian and bi-sexual encounters of the S&M nature.

Lying in Wait – Cadet Luke Porter is the least successful army recruit in the squadron. The butt of his comrades jokes, his reputation badly needs improving, and he is desperate to do well in the seek and rescue exercise he’s about to embark upon. Some of his female counterparts however, have other plans, and are determined to find out just how far Luke will go to improve his standing within the regiment…

Black – He is intoxicated by the woman in black. He can’t explain why he needs to see her, why he willing does precisely what she tells him to. Why she has such an effect on him, as she sits him in the backroom of a private club and weaves her web of control around him. He is beginning to think he has sold his soul to the devil herself…

Dear Claire – Ali has secretly lusted over her best friend’s lover Rick, for a long time. At least, she thought it was a secret. When her friend Claire asks her to take coffee into Rick as he lies in bed,  it appears that Claire has left Ali a gift wrapped present; her boyfriend, shackled, blindfolded, and ready for Ali to do whatever she likes with. Amazed by Claire’s generosity, Ali doesn’t know where to start, until she sees the neat sentence tattooed on Rick’s arse, ‘If I don’t obey my mistress, I will be punished.’

Don’t You Emma” – In a delicious corruption of Lee’s longed for fantasy, his lover Daisy arranges for them to share another woman. Rather than enjoying a full-on threesome however, Lee finds himself forced to sit and observe his partner perform all the chastisements she normally saves just for him upon a girl called Emma. A girl who, it seems, can withstand the punishments Daisy dishes out with far more self control than Lee has ever managed. Simply sitting in an armchair has never been so difficult…

Not Taking the Tube – Venting his frustration at being delayed yet again by London’s Underground system on the nearest official, the harassed businessman finds his complaints aren’t received in quite the way he’d expected. The petite guard upon whom he directs his anger has just about had enough of the constant string of complaints from the commuters she tries to help. Swiftly turning the tables on her latest assailant, she realises her own pent up anger quickly, sexily, and with the expert use of her surprised companion’s black leather belt…

Rachel’s Twisted Tale – Imprisoned in a bare room, high at the top of an old house, totally naked, her long golden plait wrapped around her body, Rachel waits. She waits for her mistress gaoler to punish her for being perfect. She waits for Tom, her secret lover, to climb in through the window and fuck her senseless. Rachel knows he could free her.  He could help her escape the agonies and humiliations she endures, but she doesn’t want saving. Rachel needs to stay. Rapunzel never suffered like this….

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Reviews

“Each story in this anthology is brilliantly written, deliciously twisted and very, very erotic… get a copy of Yes Ma’am into your hot little hands and prepare for some seriously sexy stories that’ll blow your mind (and other places). Recommended.” Erotica For All

“Take a walk on the wicked side with this collection of light BDSM stories… These stories are like little bursts of heat.” – Coffee Time Romance

“Kay is a talented writer, with an easy and saucy style… If a little BDSM or power play gets you going, tuck in with Yes Ma’am.” – For Books’ Sake

“Overall this was a great collection of short stories empowering the females and allowing them to show their dominant side. It’s nice to see the females as the Mistress rather than the submissive.” – Heather Brewer

BDSM Book Reviews“Overall, each of the six were very well written and professional – I enjoyed them all on some level. If you’re a fan of FemDom stories, I would recommend this collection on the strength of “Don’t You, Emma?” and particularly “Dear Claire” alone. Spanks for the memories!” – BDSM Book Reviews

‘There are six femdom tales in this anthology, six tales of women taking control and the men who submit before them. All-in-all a short tasty treat. ~Lying in Wait~Cadet Luke Porter is a screw up. He ends up getting a lesson from three females as they push him beyond his limits. This is my favorite of the six stories. Gotta love the military…’ A Voracious Reader

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