BDSM Checklist: A, B, C

Mae’s whole body was throbbing with arousal. She hadn’t been this turned on this quickly, or with such little physical contact, since she first discovered the delightful worlds of kink. Despite that, one thought was running though her mind on a loop.

What are you doing?

When the big bad wolf tells you you’re free to go, a smart person leaves. Apparently Mae was not as smart as she thought she was, because not only hadn’t she left, but she’d taunted him. She was setting herself up for a corrective punishment, and coming from this Dom that would probably be far more than she was equipped to handle.

And yet…when he’d looked at her she felt something, something she wanted to feel again.

Master Xavier pulled some papers out of an envelope. “Do you remember what you put on your checklist?”

Mae barely remembered filling out the checklist. “No, Sir.”

“Once we begin—if we begin—you will call me Master Xavier.”

“Yes, Master Xavier.” She liked the way that felt, liked saying it.

“I’ll start by reading off the list of items under B.” He flipped the page, scanned the text, then looked at her. “Ball gag. Beating, soft. Beating, hard.”

Mae was acutely aware that he was studying her reaction to each thing he said. She winced at “beating, hard.” The idea should have dampened her arousal, but didn’t. If anything it increased it.

serviced. Biting. Breast bondage.

rhythmically. She shouldn’t want these

“Branding.”

knock her out of the arousal-fueled daze. “We only do the things that both of us

was no way she’d marked

aroused too. “B is a good letter. Bondage, multi-day. And finally, one more bondage, but this one is

Mae remembered the checklist.

except as it relates to ‘being serviced.’ I have a copy of your hard limits, and know your safe word, but that

it. “I wouldn’t want you to be.” The words were mostly bravado, and she had a bad feeling that it would take only a matter of minutes for Master Xavier to push her deeper

Xavier searched her face. “You’re not what

I expected right now

so she tucked her chin down and stared at her knees. It wasn’t exactly a compliment, but it made her feel strong, as if defying

down your robe, Mae. Show me your other

place by the sash at her waist. The first hints of arousal curled in

behind her. He cupped her neck, thumb and middle finger pressing lightly on the soft spots just

what I’ll