BDSM Checklist: A, B, C

Xavier leaned back against the door. What the hell had just happened? It was a simple flogging, followed by a bratty sub stealing a kiss. Neither should have affected him the way they did.

Mindful of Mae’s situation—though he knew the room was being monitored, as all playrooms were—he headed for the Den and the stash of toys the Dominants, Owners, and Masters kept there.

A few other Doms were winding down their evening with drinks, among them James. Xavier grabbed what he wanted from the cabinets, then on impulse stopped to talk to the other man. After a minute of conversation, and raised eyebrows from James, Xavier was on his way back to Mae.

He had more arrangements to make for the weekend, but they would wait until the pretty sub was safely in bed.

When he opened the door he was greeted by the site of Mae’s pink and red ass. Parts of it were dark enough to match her hair. She was swaying slightly, her delicate calf muscles tense. He watched her lower herself onto the horse for a second, just enough to press her feet flat to the ground, before popping back onto her toes. He’d been very gentle when flogging her pussy, but still the combination of that plus a few minutes on the horse must have made her sore.

He was glad. He wanted her sore, wanted her thinking about him, feeling his touch on her body, even as she slept.

Without a word, he helped her swing a leg over the wooden horse and dismount. Dropping to one knee, he pushed her knees open, examining her pussy. The labia were bright pink and slightly swelled. He pinched them, testing how sensitive she was. Rather than a yelp of pain she moaned, pressing her crotch toward him.

Xavier fought the urge to bury his face in her pussy and his finger in her ass.

Satisfied that she’d be able to handle what he planned for her tomorrow, Xavier stood. Mae’s arms were still bound behind her back, which made it easy to guide her to the armchair and bend her over the back. He tapped her legs open with a foot between her ankles. Taking a small packet of lube from his pocket, he ripped it open and squeezed it onto her anus.

“I’m going to place a plug in your ass. You’re to sleep with it in. If you wake up and are uncomfortable you may take it out for an hour. Set an alarm and when the hour is up, you must reinsert it. You’re to keep track of how many times you take it out. You may remove and wash it in the morning, but then immediately reinsert it. Do you understand?”

“Yes, oh yes, Master Xavier.”

“You’re looking forward to this?”

“I’m going to go crazy if I don’t get something.”

“You mean have something penetrate you?”

“Yes, Master Xavier.”

He coated a simple plastic training plug with the last of the lube, then placed the tip against her rear entrance and used the toy to move the lube around. He was careful not to use his fingers, which like the kiss, were things he considered too personal and intimate for a scene that was only designed for BDSM play. “You are not allowed to come.”

“I remember, Master Xavier.”

thrust. Mae screamed and wiggled. He hadn’t given

when Mae moaned and shuddered. He could see the shivers that trembled through her. It almost looked

are not allowed to

trying not to,

pinched her

again. “No, Master, I’ll

her trembling to subside before crouching by the seat of the chair where he could see her face. “Were you really

know what her body was doing. Her eyes were luminous with tears, her lips flushed pink

you know that

not a pain slut.” She seemed shocked

issue. He suspected she’d been through about all she could handle today. Tomorrow he’d help her explore this aspect

to a standing position, he held her when she swayed and when she sagged back against him, turned her face so she could rest her cheek against his shoulder. He didn’t have the heart to push her away. He knew it was a mistake, but it felt too

back. “Mae, look at me. You’re going to keep the cuffs on

picked up a small drawstring bag he’d brought with him, taking out a simple

in BDSM, used to signal that a submissive had been permanently bound to, or was

Her lip curled.

collar I can respect that.” There were some who considered using collars

collar. I

Shaking his head he slid the collar around her

lips. “It

exasperated grunt.

accessories very

know what

She giggled.

and her sass would have knocked her out of subspace, but she didn’t try to take control as she had when she kissed him. She stood obediently, pretty face turned up, waiting to see

of belled clamps. He poured them into his palm to show her. “There are four clamps. One for each nipple, and two for the lips of your sex. You’ll put them on as soon

“Yes, Master Xavier.”