P is for Pool

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I’m back! Welcome to my next series, as the staff share the juiciest behind the scenes secrets of working at Lashes. Sometimes a little silly, always sexy, I hope you enjoy!

CW: Drowning


P is for Pool

by Richard

You’d think that being a life guard at the pool for a kink resort would be a great time, right? Lots of super form fitting bathing suits, including some that don’t cover up what they’re supposed to. I admit, my favorite is probably the guys whose owners march them in in gimp suits that cover everything except the parts that swim trunks normally do. And you definitely haven’t seen a game of chicken until you’ve watched two dommes that come in at about five foot nothing riding on the shoulders of a pair of giant subs. Most of the time they don’t even go for each other, they just take turns taking shots at the bottoms until they get bored. 

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1 Million Words – Update

Back on New Year’s Eve, we announced that we (Richard and I) were going to attempt to write a combined 1,000,000 words in 2021. I attempted it solo last year, and failed miserably. (Thanks pandemic!) But I’m always up for a challenge. And besides, what’s the worst that happens? We fall short of our goal but still write more than we would have otherwise.

We meant to put up an update on how we were doing several times over the months, but time just got away from us. And, to be honest, we haven’t done a great job. Mostly that’s because our relationship status changed drastically, including a surprise of moving in together in late February. But, we’re getting back on track with the help of a Camp NaNo goal of 100,000 words each for April. So I’m going to spam you with a few graphs on where we are so far.

You can see that I started off stronger in January, we almost tied in February, Richard took the lead in March, and now we’re about neck and neck.
If we were on track, those blue wedges would be equal. You can see that we’re pretty far behind…
  • At the end of January, we were 50,755 words behind.
  • At the end of February, we were 103,412 words behind.
  • At the end of March, we were 168,395 words behind.

But March 31st was the worst we got. We are climbing back up, and as of yesterday, we were only 156,397 behind! It’s still a lot, but gaining on it is hard when “on par” is 2740 words per day.

My plan is to update you more often, and I hope that we have made a significant dent when we do a Writing Marathon next weekend! Happy writing!

O is for Open

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This is it: the final installment of the week! Are you excited or sad? Well, read on to find out how we wrap up this story! If you missed the previous posts, go back to the beginning: J is for Jazz and see all of our A to Z Posts.


O is for Open

by Jayden

“Open,” he said again, waiting for me to open my legs for him. I didn’t want to, but I knew I would be in big trouble if I didn’t do it then when he asked the second time.

I slid my legs apart, baring my pussy to him. He ran his fingers along the slit. I was still soaking wet. He smeared my juices across my inner thighs. I hated the way that felt, but I didn’t complain.

His fingers played with my clit some more, and I could feel that it was swelling with arousal. And then he pinched it again. I cried out and almost doubled over. And then he stopped. “So turned on, aren’t you slut?” he asked.

“Yes, Master.” I didn’t want to be, but I couldn’t help it.

“Hold still,” he directed.

I didn’t know what was coming next, but I tensed my muscles, trying to be prepared for whatever was coming. His hand left my hot pussy, and I wondered if he would choke me again or something, but instead, he smacked my pussy. A second time, a third. I moaned and nearly collapsed, but he had one arm around me so that I couldn’t collapse and I couldn’t go anywhere.

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N is for Naughty

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On Monday, I started a series with J is for Jazz. Continue the story here, go back to the beginning, or check out all of our A to Z Posts. I hope you’ll like and comment on my posts, so I can win the book store shopping spree from Richard!


N is for Naughty

by Jayden

Master finished reading the short chapter and closed the book. “Did you like that, slut?”

“Mmm, yes, Sir.” I had felt myself getting wetter as he read. I wanted him to touch me. I wanted to feel his tongue on my clit. I wanted to feel him lick and suck me. By the time he was done reading, I couldn’t help myself, and I had slipped one hand between my thighs to lightly rub against my clit.

“It appears that you did like it,” he said, raising an eyebrow at me, “too much.”

I realized that I was touching myself without his permission, and I stopped abruptly. “I’m sorry, Sir,” I said immediately.

“Naughty girl.”

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M is for Masochistic Mistress

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On Monday, I started a fun story about a couple at Lashes BDSM Casino Resort. Check out this next installment, a chapter from a book picked up in the Library. You can read this as a standalone story, or start with Monday’s post: J is for Jazz. Make sure you check out all of our A to Z Posts and like and comment! A book store shopping spree is on the line for Richard or me, whoever gets the most likes and comments!


M is for Masochistic Mistress

by Jayden

“Harder,” she directed, and he immediately complied, sinking his teeth harder into her shoulder. He had her pinned down on the bed, his cock deep in her pussy, and his teeth sinking into her shoulder. “Fuck me faster, bitch,” she groaned, “harder, faster!”

His teeth would definitely leave a mark, just as she was asking for. He groaned something against her skin that sounded like “Yes, Mistress.”

“Ahh, yes, bitch, keep going, cum for me. Bite me harder, hit my cervix, yesssss!”

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L is for Library

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On Monday, we started with J is for Jazz. Follow our couple as they enter the Library at Lashes BDSM Casino Resort. If you want to start at the beginning of the story, you haven’t missed much yet! Just head to J is for Jazz or get the full list on our A to Z 2021 page. Don’t forget to like and comment to help me win a book store shopping spree from Richard!


L is for Library

by Jayden

Lashes had lots of great rooms, but the Library was definitely my favorite. True to its title, there were shelves and shelves of books. Some of them were just kinky novels, some of them were how-to books, and some of them were average run-of-the-mill books. But then there was another whole set of shelves that held all the toys the books describe.

Master escorted me to the room, having made a reservation earlier. Just opening the door made me feel even more submissive. The unmistakable smell of books permeated the air. I nearly dropped to my knees the moment we got inside, but I waited until I got instructions.

“What would you like to do tonight, pet?” he asked. He sat down in a large armchair and nodded toward his feet. That was the instruction I was waiting for. 

I knelt down at his feet and looked up at him. “Read to me, Master?” I loved it when he read to me, his expressive voice echoing in the room. I could listen to him read all night long, especially if he was reading something sexy.

“Go pick something out.”

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TMI Tuesday: April 13th, 2021

1. What is an ideal weekend for you?

Jayden: This is an interesting question. My ideals have changed a lot in the past few months. But, a perfect weekend for me involves some times with friends, good food, and lots of laughs.

Richard: I think that depends on my mood. Some weekends, it’s fun to barely get out of bed. Others it’s fun to wake up somewhere I’ve never been. I think I should get to bake regardless though.

2. What is the craziest job you would consider taking?

Jayden: I’m not super exciting when it comes to this kind of question. I think quitting my day job to be a full-time writer would be super crazy!

Richard: Professional mascot. What could be crazier than being Gritty?

3. Where would you rate yourself as a kisser on a scale of 1 to 10? (10 being the best kisser ever!)

Jayden: Uh, this is a difficult question. I don’t think super highly of myself, typically. So I’d say like a 4. Richard can feel free to disagree.

Richard: Jayden is at least an eight out of ten. Minimal slobber, and good use of tongue. I’m going to say seven out of ten for me.

4. What do you like most and least about your significant other’s cooking?

Jayden: Well, this is awkward. 😉 Richard is my significant other! The thing I like most is also the thing I like least, haha. He makes me try new things (yay) like vegetables (blah). But seriously, I love Richard’s cooking. He makes a lot of different things I’m not used to eating and many of them are a lot healthier than what I would make myself.

Wait! I know something I dislike! He makes a lot of dishes and we don’t have a dishwasher. 😉

Richard: Least favorite, it doesn’t happen very often. Most favorite, it’s very different from mine, so it’s fun to try new recipes.

5. How has smartphone photography changed your world?

Jayden: I take pictures a lot. It’s fun to watch my daughter grow up in photos that wouldn’t have existed if it weren’t for smartphone photography.

Richard: As a person with atrocious handwriting, it’s nice to be able to take pictures of stuff like my license plate and not go, “Is that a Q or a 9?”

Bonus: What is a good life?

Jayden: Oh boy. This is another tough question. A good life is one filled with happiness, love, companionship, and friendship. One where you leave the world a little bit better than it would be without you.

Richard: One where you don’t have to worry about too much day to day stuff (food, housing, etc.) and can make the world a better place.

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K is for Kinky

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Welcome to the second installation of the week! If you missed J is for Jazz, you won’t want to miss it. Remember to like and comment so I can win the shopping spree at the book store from Richard!


K is for Kinky

by Jayden

I was a kinky slut, but sometimes that was hard to admit. My Master knew me too well, though.

“Say it,” he said, and he slapped the edge of my ass cheek.

“I’m a kinky slut,” I groaned.

“Good girl,” he crooned in my ear.

God I lived for those words.

“Say it again. Louder.”

“I’m a kinky slut.”

“Good girl,” he repeated. “What do you want me to do to you, slut?”

I groaned, already finding it difficult to form words. “I want… I want… I want you to fuck me.”

He slid his cock along my slit, up and down, not penetrating me but coming close.

“Please, Master,” I groaned.

“Please what, slut?”

“Please fuck me, Master.”

“Louder,” he said.

“Please fuck me, Master,” I said louder, the wind carrying my voice away from the balcony.

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J is for Jazz

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J is for Jayden! At least, I’ve taken back over for the week, featuring a 6-part story that will (hopefully) leave you wanting more! Remember, Richard and I are in competition to see who can get the most likes and comments on our posts, so make sure you tell your friends to check us out! If you fell behind, this is a great place to jump in, or check out our A to Z 2021 page to get the full list of posts. And be sure to include your link in the comments if you’re stopping by from A to Z!


J is for Jazz

by Jayden

The jazz music floated through the open doorway and out onto the balcony where I stood. I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply. The smells of the ocean assaulted my nose. I could have stood there forever, but then arms wrapped around me from behind, and I leaned into them.

“Hello, sweetheart,” I murmured, wrapping up in the warmth of his arms—my Master. I often called him Master, but he didn’t require it when we weren’t playing. We enjoyed each other when we were in D/s mode and out of it. But there was always an undercurrent of feeling, knowing that he owned me—body, heart, and soul.

“Hello, sexy,” he said, and he nipped at my ear.

I giggled a little and opened my eyes, turning in his arms to face him. “I thought you wanted to wait until tonight to have balcony sex,” I teased.

He grinned down at me, “Why wait?”

“For darkness?” I asked.

He shrugged. “I don’t care.”

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The Insecure Writer’s Support Group #IWSG

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Well hello there, dear readers. Richard and I have found yet another blog challenge that we’ve decided to jump into because:

  1. Why not?
  2. We’re insecure writers!
  3. We’re not alone!

The prompt goes up the first Wednesday of the month, but since we were in the middle of A to Z, we didn’t get our post together until today (which is fine, because we want to keep our posting-streak alive by posting on Sunday anyway). If you’d like to chime in and let us know your answers to the questions or drop a link to your post if you’re participating, please do so in the comments! And check out the IWSG website for more answers!

April 7 – Are you a risk-taker when writing? Do you try something radically different in style/POV/etc. or add controversial topics to your work?

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I is for Intimate

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Alright everybody, welcome to the end of our little story. Never forget your aftercare!


I is for Intimate

by Richard

She pushed the door open a crack, “How you doing back here, Phil?”

“I’m good, come on in.”

She opened the door the rest of the way and stepped inside. Phillip was sitting on a leather couch against one wall, a cool washcloth over his crotch. There was an ice bucket full of them at his feet.

“Didn’t get you too hard, did I?” she asked.

“Nah, just easier to get everything to go down this way.”

She raised an eyebrow at him, sliding her skirt off onto the floor. “I’m sure I could get it back up if you wanted.”

She crossed the room, holding a gloved hand out towards him.

“If that’s what you want, Mistress, I’ll be happy to. Usually, you like some cuddles after a scene, though.” He reached up, slowly pulling the glove down and tossing it on top of her skirt.

“You’re right,” she said, reaching out with the other glove. “That was a hot one tonight though. Either you’re getting the job done tonight, or B.O.B. is.”

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H is for Horny? Hurting?

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Happy Friday everybody! Welcome to the penultimate chapter of our little adventure. Remember, if you’re enjoying it, leave us some likes and comments so we know to continue it next month. -Richard


H is for Horny. Or Hurting.

by Richard

“It turns me on so fucking much when you whores start crying,” she said.

She stood up off of him, loosening the strap on and tossing it into the wings for one of the attendants to grab. They’d need to clean it before the next show anyway.

“I’ll be honest. I don’t really get off much from fucking,” she said. She grabbed the zipper near the neck of her suit and slowly pulled it down. She let it drop on down to Phillip.

“Pain is what really does it for me.” She reached up, pinching her nipples. “On myself is nice, but I really prefer it on others.”

She bent over, grabbing one of his nipples with the fingertips of each hand and pulling. He hissed and struggled up to his feet.

“Of course, it’s not just physical pain. I love reminding this pathetic purple pussy eater what a freak he is.” She traced the seam where his hood met the neck of his costume. “Can you imagine how awful it’d be if I just ripped this off now?” she asked. “How embarrassed would you be if everyone saw who you were? Friends. Family. Could you ever show your face again if I ripped your mask off right here?” She reached behind his head, undoing the gag and tossing it off stage as well.

Phillip flexed his jaw a few times and swallowed before answering, “No, Mistress.”

The Dungeon Mistress smiled and reached down, tracing one finger along the curve of his cock, collecting the dollop of precum at the head. “But your cock throbbed with every insult, didn’t it?” she asked, flicking the pre onto his chest.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“I bet you don’t even want to cum,” she said, slowly starting to jerk him off.

“Let’s see a show of hands. How many guys out there would rather get jerked off until just before they cum, and go home with a nice case of blue balls than have your date actually finish you off? Anybody? Anybody?”

She continued rubbing Phillip’s dick as she looked out in the crowd, a few hands raised. “Alright, if you brought a guy with you tonight, take a look. You gotta give ‘em what they want, right?”

She jerked him faster, her gloved hand almost a blur on his cock as he squirmed on the stage. Removing her microphone, she put it up close to his mouth, letting the whole theater hear as he whined and moaned. 

“That’s it, pet. Get all kinds of hot and bothered. I want you to think about tonight the next time you jerk off. Assuming I let you…”

It didn’t take long. Shortly after that, his voice filled the auditorium. “Please, Mistress. You need to stop! I can’t hold on.”

“Ooooh, what’s that, slave-boy? Do you need something?”

“Mistress, please, I’m going to cum. I know you aren’t going to let me.”

“I’m not. Because I’m a kind Domme, who makes sure you get what you like. And what do you like more than cumming, whore?”

“Having my orgasms ruined, Goddess.”

“Mmm, that’s right. So you make sure you let me know just when you can’t take it anymore, and I’ll give us both what we want.”

He kept muttering and writhing in her grasp, a word here and there intelligible. “Mistress”, “please”, “close”, “don’t.”

“Now, Mistress, I’m cumming!” he gasped, then screamed as she squeezed down hard on his balls with one hand, the other gripping the base of his shaft as hard as she could. He jerked and gasped for almost a full thirty seconds before finally slumping against her. 

She clicked the mic off and leaned against his ear to whisper, “You okay?”

“Yeah, that was great.”

“Alright, go get checked out. I’ll be back in a few,” she said, giving him a light shove towards the side of the stage.

She took a step forward, gesturing towards him with one hand. “Let’s have a big round of applause for my sub tonight! Give it up for Mister Purple!”

The crowd cheered, and she went through the rest of her closing, taking a bow as the curtain closed in front of her. The staff ran out of the wings, collecting the toys to be cleaned and put away, as she headed back towards her dressing room, knocking before entering.


We’ll wrap things up tomorrow with I is for Intimate. Make sure to stop by for your aftercare!-Richard

G is for Gag

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Good news for us! It was both! Not sure if it’s so good for Phillip though…


G is for Gag

by Richard

Like everything else, the Dungeon Mistress’s examination of the toy rack was carefully planned for suspense. She knew exactly what she’d be getting next and exactly where it was. Bottom row, front side, third from the left, was a ring gag. She took it, then spun the whole thing around, revealing the other side to the audience. 

“And now, it’s time for a little audience participation. As you can see here, I have a selection of strap ons in all kinds of fun sizes and colors. Red, green, blue, ridged, spiral, too big, too small, just right… If you were all good and followed my orders before the show, you’ll have our app on your phones. Take a minute to vote on which one I’ll use while I get ready.”

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F is for Footwear

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Seriously, do you know how hard it is to get sub out of leather? Good thing Phillip is up for a good spit shine-tonight!


F is for Footwear

by Richard

The Dungeon Mistress lay down in front of him. She spread her legs wide and rose up on her elbows until she could hook her ankles around Phillip’s neck. 

“Kneel here, slave. I’ll be comfortable for this next part at least.”

She slowly pulled him down to his knees, her legs still raised. She slid the tip of her heels down his chest, grinding one into his tender nipples on either side, another moan forcing its way past the zipper on his hood.

“I’m going to let you in on a dirty little secret,” she whispered into the microphone for the whole crowd to hear. “He’d rather feel these than my pussy. Can you imagine? What kind of freak would rather rub his cock on heels than really fuck a woman. But you know better than to think you deserve to fuck a Goddess like me, don’t you worm?” she asked.

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TMI Tuesday: April 6th, 2021

Hurry hurry step right up, tell us a few of your favorite things at TMI Tuesday blog.

1. What is your favorite dessert? Why?

Jayden: Pecan pie bread pudding. Because pecan pie and bread pudding are two of my favorite things.

Richard: Teaberry ice cream with rainbow jimmies because it tastes like Pepto.

2. What is your favorite nickname to be called?

Jayden: Bead Goddess

Richard: NaNoDad

(These are the nicknames our local writing group have given us.)

3. What is your favorite nickname for your favorite person?

Jayden: Bipwiget (which is what I call Richard)

Richard: Pineapple (which is what I call Jayden)

4. Who makes you laugh the most?

Jayden: Richard

Richard: Sam, one of my writing friends

5. What is something common from your childhood that will seem strange to millennials?

Jayden & Richard: We’re in our 30s and we are millennials.

Bonus: What is your idea of heaven?

Jayden: Have you watched The Good Place? That. (If you haven’t, YOU SHOULD. Also, there’s a podcast. It’s amazing.)

Richard: Heaven is a Place on Earth Jokes aside, I always thought Heaven would be different for each person, if it was real. What I like might be torture for someone else, and everyone wanting/liking the exact same thing is just a stock dystopian novel plot.

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E is for Electricity

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Welcome back to our kinky little floor show. Hopefully today’s feature will be positively electrifying! As always, hit those likes and comments. I’m extending my offer of free ponies to everyone if I win.


E is for Electricity

by Richard

The Dungeon Mistress smiled and yanked him forward a spotlight center stage. “Uh oh, folks. This one’s got some fight in him!” she called.

The crowd roared, and she tapped the wand against his side. 

Once they made it to the spotlight, she rose a hand above her head and snapped. Seconds later, a Saint Andrew’s cross descended from the ceiling, landing behind them with a thud. She lifted Phillip’s hands above his head, securing one on either side.

“Let’s leave his feet for now,” she said to the audience. “It’s more fun to watch him squirm that way.”

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D is for Dungeon Mistress

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Welcome to the next mini-series A to Z Challenge post! This is the first one in Richard’s first set. Remember to like and comment. We’ll continue whichever story gets the most, and the writer gets a book store shopping spree.


D is for Dungeon Mistress

by Richard

The Dungeon Mistress stepped onto the stage; empty save for a high rack covered in toys in the center. Cheers applauded out of the audience. She waved to the crowd, spotlights shining on her outfit. 

“Welcome, welcome. It’s so good to see all of you!” she said. She was dressed nearly head to throat in leather: thigh-high stiletto boots, a tight corset, slitted miniskirt, shoulder-length gloves. Each piece was jet black, save for a single blood-red stripe that ran from the edge of each one to meet at her cleavage.

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Happy Sunday!

Well, it’s the first Sunday in April which means NO A to Z Post! Did you think we would break our posting streak though? OF COURSE NOT! We’ve posted every day in March, and every day in April (so far), so we wanted to bring you a special treat today.

A to Z Challenge

The A to Z Challenge is off to a great start! If you aren’t participating and you want to, there’s still time to sign up on the website and join in the fun. If you’re here because of the A to Z Challenge, please leave a comment and let us know! Richard and I have made a bet for this A to Z Challenge, so remember to like and comment on our posts. The most comments and likes wins! A $50 book store shopping spree is at stake, so please like my posts (says Jayden!). I’m winning right now, but…Richard hasn’t posted yet. He’ll be taking over starting tomorrow through the end of the week, so show him some love, too!

If you stumbled on our little blog and have no idea what we’re talking about, start here.

Some fun news!

We went on a podcast! We decided that we wanted to get an outside perspective on the start of our relationship, so we called in to The Viall Files and got to talk to Nick! It was a fun experience to be on a podcast and to get some relationship advice, and we thought we would share it with you. Also, if you need relationship advice, Nick’s great. As it turns out, Richard said basically all the same things that Nick did, but it was still good to get an outside perspective.

Take a listen to the Podcast if you want and let us know what you think. We’re the first ones on!

Also, crazy idea, we’re going to start a new column every week in May called “Dear Jayden and Richard,” where we answer your questions about (mostly) non-traditional relationships. Ask us your questions in the comments or email us at jrvincente@gmail.com.

We’ll see you tomorrow with D is for Dungeon Mistress!

Richard is taking back over for the A to Z Challenge. He’ll also be writing about Lashes BDSM Casino Resort, but it might not be quite the same as my version. He’ll be posting one continuous story starting tomorrow, but if you didn’t read A, B, and C, you won’t be behind (though I recommend going back and reading them anyway!). It’s sure to be a good time!

C is for Casino

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So excited to be back for my third A to Z Challenge Post! Please remember to like and comment. Let us know if you’re participating so we can visit your blog!

This short series starts with A is for Ahhh so make sure you read that post first.

C is for Casino

by Jayden

Lashes Casino Resort loomed in front of me. It was my place of work, but it was also my favorite place. It offered everything. Not only could you gamble on slot machines, but you could also play table games. But there were dozens of those casinos in the area. What made this one special was that it also offered all the perks of a BDSM club. Private rooms, public rooms, private demonstrations, public demonstrations, and all the kinky toys your heart could desire. All of it was at your fingertips, and all you had to do was step through the sliding glass doors.

Oh, and sign in. No one came in without security making sure you were legit. A few parts of the Casino were generally open to the public, but most of it was behind locked doors. We didn’t have exorbitant prices or anything, but we did need to make sure that everyone was safe.

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B is for Backpack

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So excited to be back for my second A to Z Challenge Post! Please remember to like and comment. Let us know if you’re participating so we can visit your blog!

This post is a continuation of A is for Ahhh so make sure you read that post first.

B is for Backpack

by Jayden

I tried to catch my breath sitting on the train, but I couldn’t. I had swung my backpack onto the floor between my legs, and after a few minutes of wheezing, I opened it to dig out my inhaler. I didn’t have to use it often, but I was very glad I was carrying it with me now. I shook it, took off the cap, and inhaled a sweet puff. Inhalers used to taste foul, but now they weren’t too bad. It wasn’t pleasant, but it wasn’t distasteful either.

I slipped it back into my backpack and zipped the pocket shut, getting a look around me for the first time since I sat down on the train. My vision was spotty with fear, but I was finally able to comprehend the world around me.

“Are you all right?” an older woman asked when I glanced in her direction. Unlike many of the people on the train, her ears weren’t plugged with earbuds, and her eyes weren’t glued to a screen.

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