The end of A to Z!? Where did the time go? If you’re just checking us out for the first time, you should start back at V is for Vacation which is the beginning of this story arc. Remember, all likes and comments count toward the bet Richard and I made with each other. The winner gets a $50 book store shopping spree!

Z is for Zyon

by Jayden

Less than 24 hours later, I stood in front of the reserved room at the appropriate time, and I was so nervous. I was excited, too, but very, very nervous. I wanted to meet this Master Zyon. I wanted to see what he expected of me. But I also felt very vulnerable.

I knocked timidly at the door.

“Come in,” a voice called from inside.

I turned the knob and opened the door slowly. It swung inward, and I got my first glimpse of the room. My eyes took in everything except the man standing in the middle of the room. I couldn’t process him yet. Everything in the room was purple. The walls, the tile floor, the dresser, the small sofa, the sheets on the bed, even the ceiling, which at first I thought was white, was a pale shade of purple.

But there in the center of the room was a tall man wearing tight jeans and a T-shirt.

“Come in,” he said, and I did, shutting the door behind me mostly to give me something to do with my hands.

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…

(For the record, this has nothing to do with Richard’s and my collaboration, Vacation! This also has nothing to do with my novel written from a previous A to Z titled Y is for Yes!)

Y is for Yes

by Jayden

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.

We started this week meeting Carly and Suzie on their Vacation, so make sure you start back there before reading today’s post! Let’s see what happens when Carly has to wear some X-rated clothes in public!

X is for X-Rated

by Jayden

“I don’t know if I have X-Rated clothes,” I said.

But before I knew it, Suzie had me decked out in an outfit that looked sexy on the rack, but I was certain would look terrible on me. “Please don’t make me go downstairs in this,” I pleaded.

Suzie shook her head. “No, you need to break the ice, and I think jumping in with both feet is going to be the best thing for you, Carly.”

“You do?”

“Yes.”

Her voice sounded sure and reassuring. “You won’t leave my side?” I asked.

“Of course not. Not tonight. Maybe at some point, but not tonight.”

“Okay,” I said. “Then I guess it’s okay.

“Good girl,” she said, and even though I had no sexual attraction to my friend, I felt a warmth spread through me at her words. “But first, I want you to get a good look at yourself in the full-length mirror.”

“Do I have to?”

“You know you do,” she said.

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.

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.”

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.”

It was slow. I decided to go for it.

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.

But then you also get ones like this:

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. 

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.

“Naughty girl.”

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.

“Go pick something out.”