BDSM Checklist: A, B, C

Xavier stood, shoulder propped against the wall, as the overseers announced the game.

“When you joined us you completed a sex, kink, and fetish checklist. Some of you have updated it as your tastes evolved; others have only the original on file.” Master Mikael pulled a cloth covering off of a large board. Mounted on it were cards—one for each letter of the alphabet.

The Dom standing beside Xavier snorted in apparent amusement. “This almost reminds me of school.”

“I don’t like naughty pupil scenes,” Xavier replied.

“I wouldn’t expect so.” The words implied a lot of things about Xavier’s tastes. Most of which were probably true.

Xavier knew his reputation within the club, and it was deserved but surprising considering how rarely he was able to play.

“You’re James?” he asked. He recognized the man.

The other Dom nodded, his gaze focused on the three overseers, who were still explaining whatever it was they were up to.

Xavier’s patience was wearing very thin, so he switched his attention to the subs and slaves who were seated or kneeling on the floor in the center of the large space. He saw a few subs he’d played with before, the kind of women who liked their pain tinged with pleasure and who had been to the darkest parts of their own souls. When he got his hands on one of them…

Mistress Faith’s voice snapped his attention back to the overseers.

“Of all the hundreds of delicious sexual things on that list, many of you have only tried a few. We will no longer allow that.”

Dominants, and Owners who stood near the walls or were seated in the lounge-like loft overhead. She raised a brow slightly

could be interesting.” James’s tone was tinged with surprise. Others

time spending hours thinking about the items before deciding what his response would be. He looked at the letter board—he could think of a few things he hadn’t had a chance to try. Hopefully he got a letter that would provide him

and slaves were, of course, obediently silent. “Those subs who are bound to a Master

shrugged mentally. They’d assign him someone who could handle what he’d

found out

B.” Mistress Faith handed him an envelope containing the name of

open and pulled out an eight-by-ten glossy photo

“Fuck.”

looked up from

James looked from it to Xavier and then started

stockings printed with pink hearts, which showed off her lush figure. She was the kind of sub who liked to be cuddled and kissed, and to squirm and giggle while being

Xavier played with made a lot of noises,

sub.” James clapped him on the shoulder. “Don’t let her looks fool you. She’s also very smart and has

a fucking therapist.” Xavier rubbed his cheek just under the edge of

“I didn’t say she was

one who did that ribbon bondage presentation?” Occasionally members hosted demonstrations. The last time he’d been here there’d been one on “gentle bondage” and he was fairly certain this pretty redhead had been part

was the