<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/46/32/fd/4632fd263f5e4bafd5b9a5e3b917a3ba.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Randi Lynn Warner<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Employee - Waitress<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>08/01/18   11:20 A.M.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dungeon<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Tank top, blue jeans<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Andres Oliveira<strong>Mentioned:</strong>None<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>None<hr/><br/><em>"Hawaii."</em><br/><br/>Randi Lynn felt complete and utter disappointment (in herself) when Andres had to speak her safe word for her.  She not only let herself down, but she let them both down.  She had hoped to go further into the play, to experience as much as possible while she had someone willing to teach her.  Before coming to the Island, she had no idea that there would be a BDSM dungeon, much less, a co-worker who enjoyed some of the same fantasies she did.<br/><br/>She totally wigged out on him, though. She didn't know for certain why she got so emotional.  Maybe it was hormonal.  Or maybe it was the lack of intimacy in her personal life.  Or it was just her inability to give over her control to someone else.  (Even  though, the thought or fantasy of it appealed to her).  Maybe she's just kinky and wants her ass paddled from time to time.  She just wasn't sure anymore.  But why couldn't she just say the word?  He had explained it all very carefully before they even started.<br/><br/><em>"If you say 'Hawaii', I will stop whatever I am doing, and I will release you from any restraints you may have on you."</em><br/><br/>"<em>He probably thinks I'm some sort of nut case now"</em>, she thought again.<br/><br/><em>"It's okay, Randi Lynn.  It's okay.  It's okay to cry.  It's just tension.  Just let it out, and take all the time you need.  I'm here for you, Randi Lynn.  I'm here for you, my good girl."</em><br/><br/><em>Good girl</em>.  That's who she longed to be.  Someone's good girl.  With the tears subsided now, and her nerves calm, she finally spoke, but she kept her face buried in his chest, too ashamed to look at him.<br/><br/>“I’m so sorry, Andres.  I don’t know what happened back there.  But... I’m okay now.”<br/><br/>She truly felt okay.  In fact, she felt really good.  Like she had been through a cleansing, and all was right with her world.  But was it?  Would he give her a second chance and try again?<br/><br/>“Andres?  I…I don’t suppose we could try again?”<br/>