The Collared Collection
by
KD Grace & Kay Jaybee
@KD_Grace & @kay_jaybee
Why Do We Write BDSM Romance?
Thank you, Muffy, for inviting us to over to your
place today to celebrate the release of our boxed set The Collared Collection. This two novel set combines our best
selling BDSM erotic romance novels, The
Voyeur and The Pet Shop.
Here’s the blurb
In The Pet
Shop by K D Grace, in appreciation for a job well done, Stella James's boss
sends her a pet, a human pet. The mischievous Tino comes straight from The Pet
Shop complete with a collar, a leash, and an erection. Stella soon discovers
the pleasure of keeping Pets, especially this one, it's extremely addicting.
Obsessed with Tino and with the reclusive philanthropist, Vincent Evanston, who
looks like Tino, but couldn't be more different, Stella is drawn into the
secret world of The Pet Shop. As her
animal lust awakens, Stella must walk the thin line that separates the business
of pleasure from the more dangerous business of the heart or suffer the
consequences.
In The Voyeur by Kay Jaybee, wealthy businessman
and committed voyeur, Mark Parker, has a list of 13 fantasies he is intent on
turning into reality. Travelling between his London flat, his plush Oxfordshire
mansion, and Discreet, his favourite BDSM club; Mark is helped to realise his
imaginatively dark erotic desires by two loyal members of his staff - his
personal assistant, Anya Grant, and his housekeeper, Clara Hooper.
Upon the backs of his willing slaves, Mark has written out his fantasy list in
thick red pen. Only Fantasy 12 awaits the tick of completion against their
flesh before Mark's ultimate fantasy, Fantasy 13, can take place. But have the
girls performed well enough to succeed in the final challenge? And what hold
does Bridge's gentleman's club, Anya's previous employer and a place she was
delighted to escape from, have over Mark?
In order to find out, the girls are going to have to face some of the fantasies
they thought they had left behind them all over again.
Kay
There are many sub genres within the world of
erotica, but for me it is the BDSM genre that has always been the most
interesting to write. The possibilities within BDSM literature are boundless. I
adore employing twists of submission and domination in my plotlines, and then
using those plots to weave in an underlying love story. And, let’s face it-
creating a tale with added ropes, ties, paddles, and gags is great fun from a
writing perspective.
However, it is trust that underpins any BDSM
relationship- and it is that concept that can lead to romance- albeit of a very
particular variety. Trust HAS to have a lead role in any BDSM tale- although
sometimes it isn’t always obvious to the reader at first...
KD
I’m a voyeur! I’ve admitted that to the world
before, but what that means for me as a writer is that while I personally might
not be comfortable with BDSM, some of my characters are, and they’re more than
happy to let me watch and learn. Few of my characters have taught me more about
BDSM and the D/s relationship than Tino with his strange and wonderful power
exchange with Stella James. As I’ve become more experienced as an erotica
writer and have had more of my characters teach me more and more about BDSM,
I’ve discovered that what truly fascinates me about BDSM is not so much the
implements. I find them irrelevant, for the most part; it’s that exchange of
power that fascinates me, why it occurs and how. Why does Tino want to be in
submission to Stella? Why does he want to be her Pet? And why, if he wants to
submit to her, does he insist on being badly behaved from time to time? What is
it about being punished that gets him there, so to speak?
It’s
the psychology of a BDSM relationship that fascinates me, and the fact that as
a writer, as a voyeur, I can observe without being drawn in … well actually
that’s not true at all, if I listen to my characters, if I write the story they
want me to write, I always get drawn in, and hopefully my readers will be to.
Bio - K D Grace
Voted ETO Best Erotic Author of 2014, and a proud
member of The Brit Babes, K D Grace believes Freud was right. In the end, it
really IS all about sex, well sex and love. And nobody’s happier about that
than she is, otherwise, what would she write about?
When she’s not writing, K D is veg gardening. When
she’s not gardening, she’s walking. She walks her stories, and she’s serious
about it. She and her husband have walked Coast to Coast across England, along
with several other long-distance routes. For her, inspiration is directly
proportionate to how quickly she wears out a pair of walking boots. She also
enjoys martial arts, reading, watching the birds and anything that gets her
outdoors.
K D has erotica published with SourceBooks, Xcite
Books, Harper Collins Mischief Books, Mammoth, Cleis Press, Black Lace, Sweetmeats
Press and others.
K D’s critically acclaimed erotic romance novels
include, The
Initiation of Ms Holly, Fulfilling the
Contract, To
Rome with Lust, and The Pet Shop. Her paranormal erotic novel, Body Temperature
and Rising, the first book of her Lakeland Witches trilogy, was listed
as honorable mention on Violet
Blue’s Top 12 Sex Books for 2011. Books two and three, Riding
the Ether, and Elemental
Fire, are now also available.
Find K D Here:
Bio- Kay Jaybee
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 wrote
The Perfect Submissive Trilogy, (The Perfect Submissive, The Retreat, Knowing
Her Place, Xcite 2011-14), The New Room,
(Xcite, 2015), The Voyeur, (Xcite
2012), Making Him Wait (Sweetmeats,
2012), A Sticky Situation (Xcite,
2013), Digging Deep, (Xcite 2013), Take Control, (1001 NightsPress, 2014),
and Not Her Type (1001 NightsPress,
2013.
You can follow
Kay on -
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Extract from The
Pet Shop
Sure enough on the kitchen table was an instruction
manual from The Pet Shop entitled, On
Keeping Pets.
She
opened it to the first chapter and read.
Get to know your Pet.
Your
experience will be more enjoyable if you take time to get to know each other,
to get comfortable with each other before you initiate sexual contact. Pets,
like people, have different personalities. Some may be shy and in need of some
gentle coaxing before they get comfortable with their keeper. If your Pet is
shy, do make sure he or she is comfortably acquainted with you before you
initiate sexual contact.
If,
however, your Pet is not shy, he or she may try to initiate sexual contact. DO NOT ALLOW THIS. It is the
keeper who must choose when sex takes place. Your Pet must never be led to
believe she or he is the alpha in the relationship. You must maintain control.
No matter how aroused and uncomfortable your Pet may appear to be, do not allow
even masturbation without your explicit permission. Your Pet is there for your
pleasure. Even if your pleasures are voyeuristic, you must always be the
initiator of the sex act. Permission is yours to grant or deny.
All Pets arrive at their keeper’s highly
aroused and ready for sex play -- the males with erections, the females well
lubricated and ready to accommodate a penis or a dildo. But they are also well-trained to control
themselves. Make sure that they do. This will enhance your pleasure as well as
theirs.
Pets
experience the world through their sense of smell, and they will get to know
their keepers through that sense. Do not be nervous. Assume a relaxed position,
preferably in a chair or on a sofa, with your legs open
Note:
This should be done fully clothed.
Command
your pet to sit on the floor next to you, then allow her or him to sniff you
and touch you. Some pets will also want to lick and taste you. Remember, this
contact is essential for your Pet to get to know you as PETS DO NOT TALK. Keep
the mood light. Do not allow anything more than this initial contact until you
and your Pet feel comfortable with each other. Only after this occurs should
your interaction be of a sexual nature.
Stella felt something warm and wet
against her hand and looked down to see Tino kneeling next to her, his tongue
flicking over her finger tips, his eyes locked on her face.
‘I’m sorry, Tino. It’s just I’ve
never had a Pet before.’ She reached out and stroked his head.
Still holding her gaze, he stood
and led her back to the lounge. When she sat in the recliner, he sat on the floor
in front of her, watching her expectantly, shifting uncomfortably around the
weight of his distended penis, clenching his buttocks and rocking his hips. She
couldn’t take her eyes off such blatant, insinuating sexuality. With a little
gasp of surprise, she realized her own hips were rocking, rubbing her swollen
cunt against the chair.
‘I’m sorry, Tino,’ she shoved to
her feet, tearing her gaze away from the gorgeously horny man sitting on the
floor by her chair. ‘But I just can’t do this. If I had known what Anne, what
Strigida had planned for me, I would have never consented, surely Anne knew
that. Anyway, I feel really bad that I’ve wasted your time, but this is just
not something I can do.’
The
pet only looked up at her with adoring and expectant eyes.
“I’ll gladly give you taxi fare
home, of course. I mean that’s the least I can do. None of this is your fault,
after all. Anne told me that you were a gift, so I assume you’ve already been
paid.’ She raced through the last sentence breathlessly, her face burning at
the very thought that the company had paid for a prostitute for her.
Did they really think she was that
desperate? And never mind how desperate she was, surely she had worked at
Strigida long enough for them to realize this was not the gift for her. And she
was bloody well certain Anne knew that. There would definitely be words when
she returned from Bath. ‘Is that alright, if we do that? If we just call it
even and I get you a cab home?’
Tino made no response. Instead, he
rubbed his cheek affectionately against her leg and moved to sit back on his
haunches, a position that made his erection look even more enormous, bulging
heavily against his thigh. At the sight, her stomach muscles tensed low and
tight and her pussy clenched and half convulsed.
‘I forgot,’ she looked down at the
manual still gripped in one hand, ‘Pet’s don’t talk. But since I really don’t
want a Pet, couldn’t you break the rules just this once?’
He brushed her leg again with his
cheek, then with his lips, making delicious shivers run up her spine.
‘Guess not. Okay. Well, I realize
this is an awkward situation, Tino, and I’m really sorry about that. I know
you’re expected to stay here. I appreciate your position. Really I do. I’m sure
we’ll get through this if we work together.’ She nodded down the hall. ‘I have
a guestroom. You’re welcome to sleep there. It’s small, but comfortable.’ He
followed her on silent feet, and looked on as she showed him the guestroom.
Extract from The
Voyeur
His evening meal
complete, Mark sat back, contentedly sipping his cup of strong black coffee.
Pulling a small, battered notebook from his pocket, he read thoughtfully for a
moment. His self-restraint, although immense, was beginning to run out. It was
time for them to progress to the end of the list. Pressing the intercom button,
Mark summoned his personal assistant, Anya, and his housekeeper, Clara, to the
dining room.
The
women arrived swiftly, both aware of the importance of not keeping Mark
waiting. Standing on the opposite side of the highly polished dining room
table, his employees braced themselves for the coming instructions.
‘I
have decided that we will take a trip to Discreet this evening. We will turn
our attention to the next fantasy on my list. Fantasy 12.’ Mark’s cool blue
eyes deliberately weighed up the reaction of his staff as he delivered his
news.
Discreet
was the reason that Mark spent such a large proportion of his time in his
London flat, rather than in his mini-mansion in Oxfordshire, where his software
business was based. It was only at Discreet, the most exclusive of the city’s
BDSM clubs, that his increasingly imaginative fantasies could be publically
appreciated; most of which involved the observation of other people’s erotic
aspirations. Mark Parker was the ultimate voyeur.
Trying
hard not to exchange glances with her colleague,
Anya could sense the stiffening of Clara’s body as they listened to their boss.
She knew that Clara’s mind, like her own, would already be racing; madly trying
to guess what Mark’s latest erotic scenario would involve. Having survived
fantasies one to eleven, they already understood the nature of the challenges
they were likely to experience during the evening that loomed ominously ahead.
‘Anya, you
will be less delighted than Clara, perhaps, when I tell you that this trip is
intended as a lesson for you; possibly a punishment.’
Forgetting
herself for a second, the PA lifted her head and stared Mark squarely in the
face.
His lips
smiled; his eyes, however, did not. ‘You wonder why? Why, when you are forever
questioning my instructions?’
‘But Mark, I
…’ Anya stopped talking, aware that by asking why she was simply proving his
point. She could feel her nipples hardening beneath her white shirt, as her
employer continued to stare at her.
‘Oh my dear
Anya, you may never question me out loud.’ Mark’s voice was velvety soft, yet
the potential danger of disagreeing with him shone in his eyes. ‘But I know
that you constantly query my actions by your reaction to them. Subconscious or
not, it has to stop.’
Anya couldn’t
believe it; she had always been so dutiful. The perfect assistant. The willing
slave. How could Mark know she privately questioned her existence; her choice
at being here with him and Clara, living this less than “ordinary” existence?
Clara was
hovering uncomfortably next to Anya as Mark came closer. ‘Tonight,’ he said,
pulling off Anya’s shirt and bra, exposing her luscious chest to the cool of
the room, ‘you will both face a combination of experiences that together make
up Fantasy 12. Won’t it be lovely to be able to tick another task from our
list, girls?’
They didn’t
answer; experience had taught them that nine times out of ten his questions
were rhetorical.
Mark twisted
the women round; removing Clara’s top as he did so, so he could see both his
employees’ bare backs. There, in neat script, a permanent pen had been used to
write “Fantasy 1”, “Fantasy 2” and so on, all the way down – the numbers
following the length of their spines, finishing with the words “Fantasy 13”.
The first 11 rows of black lettering had bright red ticks next to them.
‘Only two more
tasks to go.’
This time the
girls risked a fleeting glance at each other, exchanging a look of mutual
blood-hammering exhilaration twinned with an erotic anticipation it would have
been hypocritical to deny.
Mark, during
his brief periods of leisure, had painstakingly detailed many lust-driven
scenarios he wished to both direct and bring to life. He often wrote notes,
accompanied by intricate diagrams of erotic, slightly disturbing, but
ultimately satisfying fantasies, in a leather-bound journal that only he was
allowed to read.
Anya and Clara
knew that the final fantasy, when it came, would be both more difficult and
different to anything they’d ever previous experienced. They feared it. They
also longed for it. Mark was a clever man, for as each new task unfolded he
pushed his faithful staff along with him, darkening their desires and needs
closer and closer to his own. Making them as keen as he was to see how far they
could go. To see how much they could physically take as they accompanied Mark
on his journey of extreme sexual sightseeing.
A cold, clammy
sheen of perspiration broke out on Anya’s face, arms, and breasts as Mark
danced a finger across her skin. ‘You will both go to your room and change into
the clothes I’ve placed upon your beds. You will remain there until I call
you.’ Mark pointed to the door, and his employees headed to their small,
twin-bedded room without a sound.
As she
considered some of the things she and Clara had been required to do over the
last six months, Anya privately reassured herself that the trepidation shooting
down her spine was understandable and acceptable. It was also irrational, for
she knew that Fantasy 12 might not only be tolerable, but enjoyable; and that
just because the end of the list was in sight, it didn’t mean the night ahead
would involve anything worse than she’d survived before. She could handle this.
They both could – no problem.
Then Anya saw
her outfit.
Her bed
supported nothing but a leather dog collar...
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