Chloe Thurlow's Reviews > The Voyeur

Mark Parker drinks strong black coffee and keeps notes in a small battered notebook. He is a man with ample self-restraint - but that restraint is wearing thin. Summoning his assistants, Anya and Clara, he instructs them to ready themselves for a night at `Discreet,' the most exclusive BDSM club in a city famed for its BDSM clubs - London. As they say, if you are bored with London, you are bored with life. And Mark is, he has to admit, feeling just an itsy-bitsy bit bored.

What Kay Jaybee does with tremendous artistry is set the scene in her highly-charged novel in two swift paragraphs that made me feel as she had taken me to the edge of the diving board where I plunged nakedly into the whirlpool of Mark Parker's 12th fantasy.

The writing is confident, assured and Ms Jaybee doesn't spend words like some profligate gambler but uses them with parsimonious economy - as if, to borrow a phrase, she is writing a telegram and every word has to be paid for. It is not easy within the genre to be original, there is, it has to be said, a certain modus operandi in all sub-dom erotica, but I did appreciate the way Mark spanked Anya and Clara in turn, "one being hit while the other enjoyed a moment's respite before being struck again." It gave me a warm feeling all the way down the back of my legs.