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

fast, her fingers clenching rhythmically. She shouldn’t want these things.

“Branding.”

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

nodded and Mae relaxed. There was no way she’d marked branding as

deeper, and she realized he was aroused too. “B is a

that he’d listed them off, Mae remembered the checklist. She remembered the desperate

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

it. “I wouldn’t want you to be.” The words were

searched her face. “You’re not what I

I expected right now

wasn’t exactly a compliment, but it made her feel strong, as if defying his expectations freed her to be

your robe, Mae.

shoulder the robe slid off, the fabric now held in place by the sash at her waist. The first hints of

pressing lightly on the soft spots just behind her jawbone. It forced her head up and back, so she was looking

understand what I’ll do to