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.”

one hard thrust. Mae screamed and wiggled. He hadn’t given her any warning, and the sudden invasion would have hurt,

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

“You are not allowed to

not

pinched her reddened

again. “No, Master,

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

know what her body

know that you’re

slut.” She seemed

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

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

she’d stopped trembling, he stepped back. “Mae, look at me. You’re going to keep

brought with him,

symbol in BDSM, used to signal that a submissive had been permanently

Her lip curled.

not wear a collar I can respect that.” There were some who considered using collars

a collar. I just don’t like that

and back. Shaking his head he slid the collar around her neck and buckled it

her lips. “It doesn’t match the

grunt. “That’s what

accessories

don’t even know what to do with

She giggled.

didn’t try to take control as she had when she kissed him. She stood obediently, pretty face turned up, waiting to see what he’d

the bag were a set 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 as you wake up. You may take them off to use the restroom, but then, as with the plug, you must put them back on immediately. Do you

“Yes, Master Xavier.”