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.”
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
by Jayden
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.”
Richard and I are going to bring you something TOTALLY DIFFERENT this Sunday. If you scroll back through our blog posts, almost all of our posts fall into one of two categories: BDSM Smut (or leading that direction) and answering questions like TMI Tuesday posts. This one is going to fall into neither of those categories.
April is Sexual Assault Awareness Month.
Let me share with you some stats:
Approximately 1 in 5 (21.3% or an estimated 25.5 million) women in the U.S. reported completed or attempted rape at some point in their lifetime, including completed forced penetration, attempted forced penetration, or alcohol/drug facilitated completed penetration. About 2.6% of U.S. men (an estimated 2.8 million) experienced completed or attempted rape victimization in their lifetime.
About 1 in 14 men (7.1% or nearly 7.9 million) in the U.S. was made to penetrate someone else (attempted or completed) at some point in their lifetime.
Approximately 1 in 6 women (16.1% or an estimated 19.2 million women) and approximately 1 in 10 men (9.6% or an estimated 10.6 million men) experienced sexual coercion (e.g., being worn down by someone who repeatedly asked for sex, sexual pressure due to someone using their influence or authority) at some point in their lifetime.
It’s always shocking to me how many people experience sexual assault. I did when I was ~13 and I didn’t tell anyone until years and years later because… I don’t know. I thought I was alone, I didn’t know that anyone would care, I figured it was my fault for letting things go too far in the first place. I’ve long since dealt with how that experience shaped me and made me feel, but it’s something that’s important to me that young people need to know that they aren’t alone and that there are safe places to go and people to tell. (And for the record, I am 100% sure my parents would have believed me and supported me had I told them.)
So besides the obvious fact that it’s Sexual Assault Awareness Month, why are we bringing this up?
Ironically, one of my absolute favorite kinks is CNC (consensual non-consent). Richard can (and has) slammed me up against a wall as soon as I walked in the door, woken me to have sex with me (by which I mean, I woke up with him touching me or grabbing me), put me in ridiculously high heels and chased me around the apartment, and countless other scenes. Even writing out the list gets me all hot and bothered. But all of those were AFTER we had a lengthy conversation about limits, desires, and safe words. He was especially wary of waking me with sex since I wasn’t awake to give consent before he started.
We wanted to take this opportunity to remind everyone that kink/BDSM and rape are NOT the same thing. Even when we’re writing and sharing CNC stories that may or may not get you all hot and bothered. I suspect next month one or both of us will debut a CNC story we’ve been working on for a while, with appropriate content warnings.
We hope that you enjoy our totally consensual BDSM stories and that you can enjoy a bit of escape from reality with them. I’m back tomorrow with V is for Vacation (not to be confused with our actual Vacation story we started back in February!)
Happy Saturday everybody! Here’s the last part of our behind the scenes look at Lashes before I hand things back off to Jayden.
U is for Undewear
by Richard
So, now that we’re at the end of our time, there’s one final form I want to tell you about. As you might expect, people bring a lot of interesting things with them when they come to stay with us. Jewelry, sex toys, costumes, you name it, we’ve seen it. And sometimes, people leave that stuff behind. Sometimes it’s on purpose. A lot of people want to keep their kink life separate from their home life. So they buy a nice set of lingerie, wear it once while they’re here, and just leave it. Other times, they just forget. We try to contact them, but if they don’t pick up or don’t want them back, what can we do? It’s not like we’re going to mail a box of dildos to someone’s apartment out of the blue. Likewise, we can’t exactly donate them. The local thrift store isn’t looking to put out a rack of assless chaps, twelve-inch heels, and cockrings.
Okay, T is for Telephone for real this time. I’m trying something new (T is also for Transcript) so let me know what you think,
T is for Telephone
by Richard
As I’m sure you’ve heard, if you ever called a customer service hotline, those calls may be recorded for quality and training purposes. If you think that would stop people from using them for phone sex, you obviously don’t know our clientele. Here’s a transcript from a call my friend Jill was on that led to this compliment card: “I don’t think I’ve cum that hard in my life. Normally, I cuckold my husband, but it was so hot to switch the roles up. We’ll be telling all of our friends about Lashes, and telling them to ask for Jill.”
2021.04.22 22:05:06 call from customer service desk 6 to room 534
Room 534: Hello, this is REDACTED, who’s calling?
Customer Service: Where’s my husband? Who the fuck are you, bitch?
534: muffled Oh shit, it’s her. I’m going to put it on speaker.
Hey, did you all know S was a letter? Apparently, I didn’t, since I didn’t put it in my outline, my drafts, or my preview last night. Fortunately A.L. Ryan gave me a fun idea when we got lunch this afternoon.
S is for Silent
by Richard
I think my favorite compliment card I ever got is this one: 🥺 👉👈 🏆 💗
Which I suppose needs some explanation. One morning, I was working the front of our sushi restaurant. It’s one of those living platter places where they serve the sushi off of a person because how else would you eat sushi at a BDSM resort? This guy in a full gimp suit came over. Leather head to toe, hood zipped shut, the whole deal. I looked around. It’s not a rule, but we generally prefer that guests don’t leave subs unattended if they’re restrained. He held up a tablet in his mitten-gloved hands with a message on it. “Master sent me to get a table.”
Making sure you make the right reservation is critical during your time as Lashes. How can the staff give you what you want if you don’t ask for it?
R is for Room Service
by Richard
By far the weirdest, in terms of customer complaints and compliments, is working room service. Sometimes, you get ones like this:
GUEST COMPLIMENT FORM: Hot fudge was heated to perfection. Delivered promptly. I could not be happier with Michael’s performance. Had a delicious snack off of my sub’s balls until he ruined it by cumming. His fault, not yours, five out of five stars for the hotel, fifty out of fifty spanks for my pet.
What? You didn’t think I could write kink about a quilt? Lashes has everything!
Q is for Quilt
by Richard
Of course, sometimes we get guest compliment forms too. Really, it’s not that different, they still sound like weird porn. This one is from my friend, Frankie (we don’t have to censer the names on compliment forms), who mostly works the front desk.
GUEST COMPLIMENT FORM: I would like to commend Frankie for their exceptional service last night. My Mistress and I checked in for our anniversary and noticed that our room only had eight blankets (despite the fact that we requested extra.) I was a little frustrated (Mistress kept me in chastity for a full week beforehand), but she told me to get into bed and get ready. Mistress always takes such good care of me. She put the sheets and blankets we did have over me. They were all fairly light, save for the duvet, which was stuffed with an absolutely heavenly down fill. We’ll be ordering one before we check out. Anyway, she put me on the bed (still in my cage) and started piling them on top of me. Now, my Mistress is the sexiest woman alive, so even that was more than enough to get me painfully hard, but it was our anniversary, so we wanted something special. I wriggled my foot and found it not even slightly restrained.
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.
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!
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.
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.
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!”
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.
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.
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.
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.
Well hello there, dear readers. Richard and I have found yet another blog challenge that we’ve decided to jump into because:
Why not?
We’re insecure writers!
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?
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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