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A to Z Challenge 2021
Z is for Zyon Part 4
So the A to Z Blog Challenge officially ended, but I didn’t finish my story, so I’m back! If you’re just finding my blog, you only missed a handful of posts in this story. You’ll want to start with V is for Vacation.
Z is for Zyon Part 4
by Jayden
He took his sweet time, but even as I lay there moaning into the blankets, he gripped my hips with both hands and pulled me back against him. His cock went so deep it hit my cervix. I moaned loudly, almost a scream, into the bed.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Yes, Sir,” I cried, “Don’t stop, please!”
“I wasn’t going to,” he said gruffly.
I wondered if he really wouldn’t have stopped or if he was just saying that for show. I wasn’t stupid enough to ask, though.
His cock felt amazing. He filled me so completely, so much better than anyone ever had before. It was incredible. I ground my hips back against him, and he had to use his hands to control my movements. “You are a greedy little slut, aren’t you?” he asked.
I turned my neck so I could see him out of the corner of my eye over my shoulder, “Yes, Sir, apparently I am.”
“Good,” he said. “I like that about you.”
I grinned, and then his hands gripped me harder, and I felt him pulsing inside my pussy this time. His orgasm took me by surprise, and it seemed like maybe it had taken him by surprise, too, because he seemed to almost fall over as he came.
“Oh yeah,” he groaned. When he was spent, he pulled out of me and wrapped me up in his arms again.
I nestled in against him, feeling his warmth all around me.
“Now it’s your turn,” he said after a comfortable silence.
“My turn?” I asked.
“Yes. I got to cum. Now you get to cum.”
“I do?”
Continue readingZ is for Zyon Part 3
So the A to Z Blog Challenge officially ended, but I didn’t finish my story, so I’m back! If you’re just finding my blog, you only missed a handful of posts in this story. You’ll want to start with V is for Vacation.
Z is for Zyon Part 3
by Jayden
His breath came in ragged gasps, and his rhythm changed, and I knew it was time. I squeezed my ass around his cock, and he groaned into my ear, “That’s it, slut. Squeeze that ass tight for Master.”
I kept squeezing as he thrust the last few times before collapsing on top of me.
We stayed like that for a long time, his body covering mine, our feet planted on the floor. I wanted to lay down, but I couldn’t without getting him off of me, and I didn’t want to lose his softening cock. I knew that if we moved too much, he’d be out of me and wouldn’t be able to get back in. I could feel him spasming still, the slight movements magnified by the tight quarters. Every time he twitched, I moaned.
“I think you might like this more than the sex,” he said with a chuckle.
“I might, Sir,” I giggled.
Finally, he pulled out and extended a hand to me. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
“Yes, Sir,” I said.
He was very gracious as he took me to the adjoining restroom to get cleaned up. He offered me privacy, which I accepted. When I was done, I found him lounging on the bed, reading a book.
“What are you reading?” I asked.
He showed me the cover. It was a Science Fiction thriller I’d read the previous summer.
For some reason, I had imagined a professional Dominant wouldn’t do such mundane things as reading Sci-Fi. Apparently, I was wrong. We spent a few minutes talking about the book. I really liked the characters, and he felt similarly. It was odd, standing naked in a BDSM Casino Resort, talking about Sci-Fi books with the guy my best friend hired to have sex with me. Or, I guess, he wasn’t hired for sex specifically. He was just hired to dominate me. There was a difference, after all.
Continue readingZ is for Zyon Part 2
So the A to Z Blog Challenge officially ended, but I didn’t finish my story, so I’m back! And I’ll be back the next few Thursdays to bring you to the end of the scene with Carly and Master Zyon. If you’re just finding my blog, you only missed a handful of posts in this story. You’ll want to start with V is for Vacation.
Z is for Zyon Part 2
by Jayden
“Yes, Sir,” I said, the words slipping out against my will again.
“Good,” he said, “but not yet.” His finger stopped pressing at my hole, and his hands gripped my hips again. “I want you to be good and ready before I shove my cock up your tight little ass hole.”
His words went straight to my core, and I was sure he could see my pussy clench if he were watching carefully.
“You can stand up now,” he said, and he held onto me so that when I was standing, my back was pressed up against his front. One of his hands wrapped gently around my throat, and I could feel my pulse against his warm palm. He wasn’t putting much pressure on me, and I could certainly breathe normally, but my breath was coming in gasps because I was so aroused.
He heard me gasping for air and let go of my throat abruptly, coming around to face me so he could look at me.
“Are you okay?” he asked, and I could hear the concern in his voice.
I chuckled. “Yes, I’m fine,” I said, “why?”
He hesitated a moment, and I could see his facial features relaxing. “You sounded like you were having trouble breathing,” he said.
“Oh,” I said, with a soft smile, “no, I was just really turned on.” My voice was barely a whisper, and he had to ask me to repeat myself. I did, only slightly louder, and he gripped my chin firmly, making me look up at him.
“When I ask you to do something, you do it. Don’t push me, little one. I only seem nice.”
I looked up into his eyes and said, “Yes, Sir,” in a firm, loud voice.
“Good girl,” he said, letting go of my chin.
He moved around behind me again, resting his hand on my throat. I could almost feel a hesitation when my breathing hitched, but he didn’t take his hand off this time.
“Now, where was I?” he asked, mostly to himself. “Ah yes, I was just wondering how you would like it if I pressed my big cock in your tight asshole.”
Continue readingA to Z Bet!
Are you here to see who won our A to Z Bet? Well, you have to wait just a little bit longer!
We’re going to leave “voting” open until Thursday, May 6th, and announce the winner on Friday, May 7th. All comments and likes count toward our average per-post points. The winner receives a $50 book store shopping spree! And if you (our lovely readers) are lucky, we’ll continue the favorite story on Thursdays in June.
Richard says, “Also, ponies,” which just sound like a lot of work to me. VOTE JAYDEN!
Happy commenting! And be sure to let us know if you have a blog so we can make sure to check it out now that A to Z is over!
A full list of our posts can be found on our A to Z 2021 page for easy access!
Z is for Zyon
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.
Continue readingY is for Yes
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.
Continue readingX is for X-Rated
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.
Continue readingW is for Witness
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.
Continue readingV is for Vacation
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.”
Continue readingU is for Underwear
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.
Continue readingT is for Telephone
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.
Continue readingS is for Silent
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.
Continue readingR is for Room Service
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:
Continue readingQ is for Quilt
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.
Continue readingP is for Pool
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.
Continue readingO is for Open
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.
Continue readingN is for Naughty
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.”
Continue readingM is for Masochistic Mistress
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!”
Continue readingL is for Library
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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