BDSM Checklist: A, B, C

The Dom stepped into the circle of light. His face was shadowed by a fedora. All she could see was the edge of a smooth jaw. In his trim, elegant suit with the hat shading his face he looked like a celebrity hiding from photographers.

The brim of his hat dipped a bit as he looked her over. Anna could only hope what he saw pleased him. She was lightly muscled and toned—she worked hard for this body—but that didn’t mean he’d like it. Maybe he preferred larger breasts, or more curves. Maybe he liked girls with darker skin who wouldn’t bruise as easily.

He circled around behind her and took a fist full of her hair, pulling her head back so she was looking at the ceiling and the pattern of stars represented there.

“What’s our letter?” he whispered.

“A,” she replied. His hold on her hair tightened. “A, Sir,” she repeated, louder this time.

“And what do you think is on our list, sub?”

Anna licked her lips. She had the first letter of the alphabet—lucky her.

what’s on the list,

somewhere in the dark a whip cracked

at the implied threat. “I don’t remember, but I

Silence.

of experience as many other subs did. She considered it foreplay. Anna never really felt satisfied unless a session ended with a good, hard pussy-fucking, but she knew there were Doms and subs who

velvet bag in one gloved hand, the crop in the other. Setting the bag down, he got out a pair of scissors. Anna knew

her naked right breast, then pinched her left nipple through the

front and pulled the fabric free from behind her back, tossing it to the side. He ran the tip of the scissors lightly down the center line of her body, then flipped it in his hand and rubbed the curved handle against the

of pleasure. She hadn’t been expecting the touch, didn’t have time

for a moment her gaze narrowed, examining the Dom, but it wasn’t Master Jensen. He was shorter and broader than this Dom. His legs brushed hers as he refastened the strap across