Not be confused with Vacation that Richard and I started in February, this is my A to Z V is for Vacation. But, come back in May to continue with Ivy and Mark on their cruise Vacation! Here is another experience from Lashes BDSM Casino Resort!
V is for Vacation
It was finally time to go on vacation. We had been waiting for this day for nearly two years, and I couldn’t wait to get out of the house. Not just out of the house, either, but out of the state. We were going to go to Lashes Casino Resort. I couldn’t wait. Did I say that already? I did. Whatever. I was really excited, if you couldn’t tell.
My best friend was taking me on the trip of a lifetime. She had planned the whole thing. She and I had grown up together and shared every intimate detail of our lives. So when I turned 25 and still hadn’t had a really good experience as the submissive I wanted to be, she decided to take matters into her own hands.
“Carly,” she said a week before my birthday, “I want you to have the best experience with a Dom that I can give you.”
I trembled a little as I said, “What do you have in mind?”
“A professional,” she said. “Not someone you meet online who says they’re dominant as a cover for being abusive.”
“Does that happen?” I asked, scared to hear the response.
“Sometimes,” she said. “And for someone like you who is, no offense, naive, I don’t want you to get fooled into a bad situation. It would be infinitely safer and much more fun if we went to Lashes Casino Resort together. And for your birthday, I am going to hire you a session with a real Dom.”
I trembled a little more, but I said, “That sounds like a lot of fun, Suzie.”
“Good,” she said. “I wasn’t giving you a choice anyway,” she said with a wink.
After that conversation, she took care of all the details. But then we had to go into lockdown and quarantine, and it took what felt like forever to get to a place where we could actually go to the Resort. But the time had finally come, and I was so ready for it. Don’t get me wrong, I was scared out of my wits, but I was also very excited.
“Are you ready, Carly?” Suzie called from the doorway. As usual, she had let herself into my apartment with her spare key.
“Almost,” I said.
She came in, shutting the door behind her so my cat couldn’t get away. “What’s the hold up? The flight won’t wait for us, you know.”
“I know,” I said. “I just need to feet my cat one more time, and then I can go.”
“Okay,” she said, and she leaned against the door frame of my kitchen, waiting for me to fill my cat’s food and water before scritching her on the top of the head, telling her I loved her, and grabbing my suitcases. “Do you have enough stuff?” she asked sarcastically.
“What?” I said, “I don’t know what I need, so I brought a little of everything.”
She rolled her eyes. “You don’t need much of anything, Carly. You won’t even be wearing clothes half the time we’re there.”
“What?” I asked, shocked. I hadn’t seen anything that had said we weren’t supposed to wear clothes. There were clothing optional parts of the Resort, but optional was the keyword in that phrase.
“You’re a sub. Do you really think your Dom is going to want you to be all covered up?”
“Suzie,” I said, and my voice betrayed how scared that statement made me.
“I’m kidding!” she cried, “mostly.”
“Suzie!” I said, this time shocked.
“Relax,” she said, and she grabbed a bag and headed down to the waiting car. “All I paid for was one professional session for you. The rest of the time, you can do whatever you want.”
“The professional, is he going to parade me naked around the Resort?”
“Do you want him to?” Suzie asked.
“No!” I said instantly, but maybe I protested a bit too much.