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

breathing was fast, her fingers clenching rhythmically. She shouldn’t want these things. This wasn’t who she

“Branding.”

jerked to his, that one word enough to knock her out of the arousal-fueled daze. “We

and Mae relaxed. There was no way

more. Boot worship. Bondage, light. Bondage, heavy.” His voice got deeper, and she realized he was aroused too. “B is a good letter. Bondage, multi-day. And finally, one more bondage, but this one

the checklist.

This is a purely BDSM scene, meaning 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

to know it. “I wouldn’t want you to be.” The words were mostly bravado, and she had a bad feeling that it would take

face. “You’re

not what I

at her knees. It wasn’t exactly a compliment, but it

your robe, Mae. Show me

sash at her waist. The first hints of

thumb and middle finger pressing lightly on the soft spots just

understand what I’ll do to