BDSM Checklist: A, B, C

The next morning Mae carefully brushed her hair, hyper aware that each movement caused the bells that dangled from her nipples to jingle. She’d wanted to shower, but Master Xavier hadn’t said she could take off the cuffs, and she wasn’t sure if she should get them wet. Luckily her hair still looked good despite yesterday’s dramatic events, and after washing her face and taking a sponge bath, she’d felt more herself.

There were faint circles under her eyes, which she covered up with concealer before putting on subtle makeup, just enough to make her feel prepared to face the day. She hadn’t slept well, her dreams a chaotic mix of nightmares and erotic fantasies. After waking from a nightmare in a cold sweat, she’d crept out of the comfortable bed in the dorm-like room where subs slept when not ensconced in a play or sleeping room. She’d taken out the plug, hoping the relief from the stimulation of that would allow her to calm down. After an hour of dozing in an armchair, her phone alarm had gone off and she’d had to reinsert the plug, which only brought her arousal roaring back to life.

“Mae, your bottom!”

Mae looked over to see Alice, one of the subs she was friends with, staring at her ass.

Alice had only recently made the transition from the sweet, if kinky, role of being a “little” with no pain play to being a BDSM submissive. She was still shocked by some of the less obviously-sexy aspects of the BDSM world.

“Hi, Alice.”

“What happened to you?”

Mae frowned. Alice’s reaction wasn’t totally unexpected, but she found herself irritated that the other sub couldn’t see how pretty her ass, red from the flogger and bearing a few darker splotches that might be bruises, was. Though it hurt to sit, Mae had been admiring it all morning.

“I got a beating.”

“Oh no. I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be. I enjoyed it.”

“You did? But I didn’t think you liked stuff like that.”

Neither did I.

trying something different.”

Does that mean

I did. Did you

note to show up next

Be good,

tell me who your

belled clamps dangled from her breasts and sex, the heavy cuffs made her wrists and ankles look tiny and delicate, and the

Alice and

as saucers. “The

Mae laughed and nodded.

in those rooms, and wondered what Master Xavier

her that wasn’t usual. He’d mastered her in a way no one else ever had. Mae was not particularly modest, especially here, but she rarely was nude in

her body and control of her submission was like a cloak around her, both highlighting her nakedness and protecting her from the

the Griff’s Red room she found the door already open slightly. This time Mae didn’t bother to arrange her hair or think about her expression. She slipped into the playspace, nervous

was dominated by a four poster bed. There was a large armchair, the seat wide enough for two, an ottoman perfectly sized to have someone kneeling on it, and an en suite bathroom with a claw footed

to the left, the double row of palm trees that lined the drive and gave the estate its

a pleasure to see you.” Master James rose from a replica turn-of-the-century armchair,

must have misheard my instructions for the morning. Please excuse me.” She backed toward the

right place. Close the door and

into her