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.

Being serviced. Biting. Breast bondage. Breast

She shouldn’t want

“Branding.”

to his, that one word enough to knock her out of the arousal-fueled daze. “We only do the things that both of us

Mae relaxed. There was no way she’d

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

them off, Mae remembered the checklist. She remembered the desperate arousal she’d felt while

there will be no sex, except as it relates to ‘being serviced.’ I have a copy of your hard limits, and know your safe word, but that doesn’t mean that you wouldn’t find submitting to me very difficult. I would not be easy on you, just because you’re…” he motioned

wouldn’t want you to be.” The words were mostly bravado, and she had a bad feeling that

face. “You’re not what

I expected right now

didn’t know how to respond, so she tucked her chin down and stared at her knees. It wasn’t exactly a compliment, but

robe, Mae. Show me your other

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

cupped her neck, thumb and middle finger pressing lightly on the soft spots

what I’ll do to