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.”

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

tone was tinged with surprise. Others in

way to negotiate hard limits up front. He’d actually had to do it twice, each time spending hours thinking about the items before deciding what his response would be. He

the third overseer, raised his voice to be heard over the protests and comments of the Dominant members, who were starting to voice their questions. The subs and slaves were, of course, obediently silent. “Those subs who are bound to a Master will be assigned to their Master’s

were grumbling in truth. Xavier shrugged mentally. They’d assign him someone who could handle what he’d do to her. They wouldn’t

minutes later he found out how horribly wrong

containing the name of

the side, he ripped it open and pulled out an eight-by-ten glossy

“Fuck.”

up from his

James looked from it to Xavier and then started to

and stockings printed with pink hearts, which showed off her lush figure. She was the

made a lot of noises, but they

sub.” James clapped him on the shoulder. “Don’t let her looks fool you.

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

didn’t

members hosted demonstrations. The last time he’d been here there’d been one on “gentle bondage” and

was the