I'm thrilled to have Kay Jaybee here today - with an insight into her latest book (and a hot excerpt!). Welcome!
Thank you ever so much for inviting
me here today to talk about my latest anthology, Tied to the Kitchen Sink!
BLURB-
Will can hardly believe his eyes when he receives the ultimate in birthday
gifts. Karen, the girl of his fantasies, has been left tied to his kitchen
sinks’ taps, ready to be played with exactly as he chooses. Meanwhile, Becky is
having a spank filled first day in her new job, and a BDSM curious male allows
himself to be lured into a dominatrix’s layer, by the tempting lyrics of a
truly bad poem. Whether bound in ropes or handcuffs, as they are shackled to
the bed, kitchen sink, or within the confines of a fetishists supply cupboard,
the willing victims of Tied to the Kitchen Sinks’ kinky S&M and BDSM action,
find their darkest and sexiest dreams coming true.
One of the elements of writing
erotica that I enjoy the most is to take random mundane things, such as
hairbrushes, books, chairs, or cardboard boxes, and give them far more
interesting uses than the one they were designed for. With the three short
stories tucked within the e-pages of my anthology, Tied to the Kitchen Sink, I had particular fun playing with this
idea.
The use of a kitchen sink in the
first (and title) story is far more interesting than just for washing up in!
And in the final story, The Bad Poet,
the implications hidden within a poorly written poem are played out over a
small table and a bed that holds far more than sheets, pillows and a duvet!
It was with the middle story, Becky, which takes place in a very
unusual office, where even the most minor mistake is punished by the BDSM
obsessed boss and his secretary, Miss Harriet, that I had the most fun. Not
only did I completely corrupt the use of blotting paper (no, I’m not going to
tell you how!), but I totally rethought the type of items that might be found
in an office stationery cupboard...
...It is an unusual cupboard. From floor to
ceiling in height, it has an increased depth hidden behind its grey metal
doors. The shelves that surrounded the walls are set well back so that at least
two people could occupy the remaining space with the doors closed. On every
shelf there was a collection of instruments; canes, whips, paddles, nipple
clamps. There was all the necessary material to keep a correction freak going
for years; ribbons, ropes, cuffs, chains, gags. The more you looked the more
your heart froze and your eyes widened. Becky looked. Her face revealed
nothing.
Miss Harriet had silently come out of her
office. Without a word she stood behind Becky and helped her off with her
remaining clothes. She was so beautiful. I realised I hadn’t really looked at
Becky properly before. I already wanted to touch; I began to imagine her
beating my breasts with a short stick, before soothing them with her tongue.
I came back to reality. Such feelings must
not be displayed here. Becky was now just inside the cupboard doors, facing her
audience. She seemed to shine. How had she got to this point so quickly? It had
taken me many beatings before I had learnt to enjoy it, and even after nearly
eighteen months I could never be so open about it. I still have the shame.
Maybe I need it.
Becky stared through us as she looked
straight ahead. Miss Harriet had taken one of her slim wrists and was tying it
to a conveniently placed hook on one of the shelves with a silk cord. Then the
other wrist was secured, then the ankles, and finally, a thin silver collar was
snapped securely around her neck, its long leather lead dangling provocatively
between her breasts.
Miss Harriet stepped out of the cupboard and
looked to her boss for approval. He nodded. I could clearly see, when I dared
to glance, that his dick was straining against his suit trousers. They shut the
doors of the cupboard and we all heard Becky gasp. She had expected pain,
arousal. They had given her nothing...
If you fancy discovering what that
blotting paper was used for, just how awful my poetry can be, and exactly how
the kitchen sink was misused, you can buy Tied
to the Kitchen Sink from:
I-Tunes Store (iBooks)
Many thanks again Zara for inviting
me to your site today! Kay xx
My pleasure Kay - thank you so much for stopping by! x
Kay Jaybee wrote the novels Making Him Wait (Sweetmeats Press,
2012), The Voyeur (Xcite, 2012), The Perfect Submissive (Xcite 2012), and
Not Her Type: Erotic Adventures With A
Delivery Man (OCPress, 2011). She has also written the anthologies Tied to the Kitchen Sink and Equipment (All Romance, 2012), Yes Ma’am (Xcite e-books, 2011), Quick Kink One and Quick Kink Two
(Xcite e-books, 2010), and The Collector
(Austin & Macauley, 2008). Kay has had over 60 short stories published by
Cleis Press (inc. Best of
Best Women’s Erotica 2, Best Women’s Erotica 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2012; Best
Bondage 2012, Sweet Love, Smooth, Gotta Have It, Sweet Confessions),
Black Lace (Sexy Little Numbers),
Mammoth (The Mammoth Book of
Lesbian Erotica), Xcite (inc.Ultimate Sin, Boy Fun, Power Play, Threesomes, Finger Music, Tricks For
Kicks), Penguin (Oysters and Chocolate; Erotic Stories
of Every Flavor), Seal (Oysters and Chocolate; Nice Girls, Naughty Sex),and Sweetmeats Press (Immoral Views).
Details of Kay’s work, past, present and future can be found at www.kayjaybee.me.uk
Huge thanks again for letting me drop by today hun xx
ReplyDeleteYou're welcome Kay - this is one book I'm looking forward to reading, but think I might have to keep it hidden away from OH, that cover pic is already giving him ideas!
DeleteLol- it's a cute cover for sure- you can see the ideas in her eyes! x
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