On Monday, we met Carly and Suzie who were taking a Vacation to Lashes Casino Resort! Join them now as they’re getting ready for Carly’s adventure…
Y is for Yes
The lights dimmed in the room, and the next thing I knew, the stage was empty. The woman who had been standing there was nowhere to be seen. It was like magic.
“Now what?” I asked Suzie.
She took my hand and started leading me over to the bar. We sat down on two stools, and she ordered us drinks. I was too nervous to talk to the bartender.
The bartender was a woman about my age, and I was surprised to see that she didn’t double-take at all that we were two women together, practically wearing lingerie, sitting at the bar. I supposed she saw lots of other interesting things in her time as a bartender there. But still, I felt so out of place. I thought that everyone would be staring at me.
“Drink,” Suzie said. She had picked a fuzzy navel, which would be enough to get me buzzed and feeling relaxed, but not enough to make me lose all inhibition. I assumed that was her goal.
I rolled my eyes, but I sipped at my drink.
Suzie slipped off her barstool and stood next to me. I thought she was going to leave the bar for a minute, but then she just stood there between her stool and mine, her mouth just above my ear. “You need to learn not to roll your eyes when you’re told to do something you don’t like.”
My eyes went wide, and I turned to search her face. “What do you mean?” I asked.
“When you meet with the professional Dom tomorrow, I’m sure that he won’t want you to be cheeky like that.”
“I’m not trying to be,” I protested.
“It won’t matter. Your motivations don’t mean anything. It’s your actions that count.”
I sighed. I was going to have a difficult time with that; I was sure of it. “I’ll try.”
“I’m sure you’ll be fine, ultimately.”
“What does that mean?” I asked.
“I mean that I’m sure you’ll enjoy it and get through it, one way or the other, but there might be some growing pains. You might not like every second of being with a Master.”
“Do you think I’m going to be a bad submissive?” I asked, realizing as I said the words that it was my deepest, darkest fear.
“No, Carly,” Suzie said, “I think you’re going to be a great submissive, but I do think you will need some training, and training isn’t always the most pleasant.”
“What do you mean? Suzie, help me. I can’t go into this unprepared. Please!” I cried, gripping her arm.
She sat back down on the adjacent stool and sipped the drink in front of her. “Let’s walk around here a little bit longer, and then I’ll take you back to the room, and I can go over some of the things you might encounter.”
“Please,” I said, and I knew that I was nearly begging. “You know I always feel better when I know what to expect,” I said.
“I know, Carly,” Suzie said.
True to her word, we were down on the floor for only fifteen more minutes before we went back to the room. Part of me felt like it was a pointless exercise to be down there for such a short time, but I also felt like I was definitely more comfortable with the space, having seen it once at least.
“Kneel,” Suzie said as soon as the door latched shut behind us.
“What?” I asked.
She shook her head, “There’s your first mistake.”
“Questioning me. If you question your Dom tomorrow, he will punish you, absolutely. You are to do everything he says, no matter how small, simple, strange, sexy, or serious it seems. You have two safe words. One is if that particular activity is too much and you need less or need to switch to something else but don’t want to end the scene. The other is if you want to end the scene immediately.”
“Okay,” I said, “but what did I do wrong here already?”
“If he says kneel, you kneel.”
“But I’m still wearing my heels, and we’re on the tile floor,” my voice trailed off. “It doesn’t matter, does it?”
“Nope,” Suzie said. “Whatever he says, you do it.”
“Okay, got it. What else?”
She raised both eyebrows at me, and I knelt down on the floor in front of her. “Better. When you address him, you will address him as Master or Sir. You are welcome to add his name Zyon to his title if you want, but always make sure to call him Master or Sir. That is so very important. It will make everything you say seem much less disrespectful.
“Okay, yes, ma’am.”
“Good girl,” she said with a smile. “You might not be terrible at this after all.”