W is for Witness

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Yesterday, we met Suzie and Carly as they embarked on the Vacation of a lifetime! Join them today as they travel to their destination: Lashes BDSM Casino Resort!


W is for Witness

by Jayden

Suzie looked at me with laughter in her eyes. “I think you would love to have a bunch of strangers witness your humiliation.”

My cheeks burned pink, but I knew she was right. No one had ever humiliated me before sexually, but every time I read a story about it, I felt how desperate my body was to feel it. I wanted someone to take control of me and do whatever they wanted, and if that meant being humiliated in front of witnesses, well, I was turned on just thinking about it.

“Suzie, can we just go? I don’t want to talk about this anymore.”

“Sure,” she said, “But please know, there is a questionnaire I need you to fill out today before we get there.”

“Why didn’t you send it to me before?” I asked, “What if I need to think about things?”

“Two reasons. One—your first response is probably the more accurate one in this case. Two—I didn’t want you to chicken out.”

“Why would I chicken out?” I asked.

She tossed my bag in the trunk of the car. I threw my other one in, and then we climbed into the back seat. “Because there are a fair amount of questions on here, and I suspect that some of them will be very intimidating to someone of your experience level.”

I didn’t know what that meant, but I didn’t have time to say anything as we pulled into traffic. Once we were settled on the plane and were soaring high above the ground, Suzie handed me her laptop. On the screen was the questionnaire.

I read through the instructions. I had to say which of the things I liked and which I didn’t. There was a scale on which I could tell how much I liked or disliked items. At first, it was simple things. But then it became much more serious. “What’s breast bondage?” I whispered.

She raised an eyebrow at me. “It’s just what it sounds like,” she said.

“Oh.”

“Do you think you’d like that?” Suzie asked.

“I-I don’t know,” I replied.

“Well, you can put that you’re curious about it,” she reminded me. I did. I continued down the list. “I don’t know what some of these things are,” I whispered.

“Like what?” she asked.

I didn’t want to hiss them all at her, so I showed her some of the entries on the list I wasn’t sure about. Golden showers. Violet wand. And there were others, too. She patiently explained each one to me until I had completed my list.

It took longer than I thought, and the flight was almost over by the time I was done. I could feel my pulse racing as the plane touched the tarmac, and it had nothing to do with the fact that we just hit the ground at 150 miles per hour.

We checked into the hotel, me following Suzie and her talking to people and making the necessary arrangements. The hotel check-in process was just like any other hotel, and I was surprised that this was such a big deal to me. There had been some additional items, like the fact that we both had to show ID to get the room. But then we were being whisked skyward by an elevator that we accessed with our key cards.

I put my bag down and looked around the lavish room. “This is beautiful.”

“Isn’t it?” Suzie said.

“Now what?” I asked.

“Now we get ready to go downstairs.”

“Sure, I just need to change my shoes,” I said.

“No, that’s not all,” Suzie said, and I could hear the tone of her voice change.

“W-what do you mean?”

“I mean,” she came over to me and stood in front of me, her posture making her seem taller than she was, “that you need to change into some X-rated clothes.”

My eyes went wide, but I could tell from her tone of voice that she was 100% serious.


Join me again tomorrow for X is for X-Rated and see what Suzie and Carly get up to out on the floor at Lashes BDSM Casino Resort!

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