BDSM Checklist: A, B, C

Anna walked carefully towards her Master, aware of the plug shifting with each step. She paused beside the waist-high padded bar. Like the equipment used in gymnastics, it had two legs and a thick upper cross piece. Unlike in sports, it was covered in black vinyl, and straps and chains dangled from the underside.

Anna stopped two feet back and licked her lips. She’d never been used on the horse before, though she’d seen it used in a variety of ways. She hoped he was going to have her sit on it and spread her legs so he could fuck her. The presence of the plug in her ass made it impossible to calm the need inside her. To be a good sub was to live in conflict, relishing in near-constant arousal while simultaneously being serene and accepting.

Right now she didn’t feel serene. She felt like she was barely controlling the urge to jump on Master Jensen and ravage him.

“Come here, lean against the horse.”

Anna brushed Master Jensen as she passed him, enjoying the small contact. She leaned her hips against the horse.

“Hands behind your back.”

Anna rested her wrists on the small of her back, palms facing out. She felt him bend, felt his lips brush the centers of her palms before he took her wrists and separated them.

“Don’t just cross your wrists, fold your arms.” Jensen walked away.

Anna stared at the mirror, wondering who was on the other side, who was watching them. She folded her arms as much as she could, cupping the opposite forearms with each hand to better maintain the position.

Her Master returned, stroking her forearms with the tips of his fingers. She heard a zipper, then felt fabric brushing her arms.

“Master?”

“Did you already forget what was on our list?”

He tugged her arms away from her body, slipping something between them and her back. The zipper snicked softly and the fabric pressed against her forearms.

“Arm binders,” she whispered. A shiver raced down her back.

Master Jensen tugged, the fabric binder tightening. It completely encased her hands, forearms and elbows. Anna had to lean into the horse to hold her balance.

comfortable position and it’s made of canvas. I can adjust the fit with laces.” His voice was soft. “If I enjoy this, then next

fell back against the horse. Jensen eyed her—starting with her head

Anna shivered. “Yes, Master.”

half step forward. He released her

cuffs

exactly what she was thinking. He’d restrained her more times and more ways than she could count, yet this felt different. She was far more vulnerable strapped to the St. Andrew’s cross or hogtied, but the total immobility of her

It feels strange

his bare chest. He stared into her eyes. “Do you trust

his gaze, understood that this wasn’t a casual question. She rose up on tip toe and kissed his cheek. “With

speaking, Jensen spun her to face the mirror and shoved her down over the horse. Anna exhaled

firmly planted on the wide top piece, her toes braced on the floor. It felt odd and a little uncomfortable to have her arms behind

will hold them in place. Good girl. Now spread your

toes out to the side, the plug shifting as

loved it when he called her that. Raising her head, she watched him in the mirror. The sight of him—all raw power and strength towering over her as

does that pretty little ass feel?” He

“Good, Master.”

to take the

“Next size?” Anna squeaked.

one isn’t even as thick as a cock. Did you think this was it? Before we’re done this weekend, you’ll be taking a large plug

idea of being forced to take something larger than his cock—which was, until

of her sex. She was wet with need and his finger slid smoothly over her skin. Pinching and tugging the lips of her pussy was enough to have her rocking against the horse, but not enough to give her the direct pleasure she was

words burst from her

“Please what?”

“Please, fuck me.”

plug and pulled. It took her by surprise and without thinking, she clenched down, trying to hold it in. The plug came free, forcing the tightened muscles of

the second before he started spanking her in earnest. His hand landed hard enough to have her screeching.

was silent as he continued to spank her. Anna’s toes left the floor as she thrashed under the painful swats. Each one spread fire over her ass, down to her pussy. The ultra-sensitive skin he’d abraded stung, throbbing like a bruise. Her nipples were rock hard, her pussy flooded with fresh moisture. The pain of the spanking made her clench her teeth even as she longed for him to escalate it, to move