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.

“I liked trying something different.” The

a beating. Does that mean you got the letter

smiled. “Yes, I did.

a note to show

Be good,

tell me who your

her wrists and ankles look tiny and delicate, and the plain leather collar

looked at Alice

went round as saucers. “The one with the

Mae laughed and nodded.

the Sub Rosa Court. She’d never had anything but fun in those rooms, and wondered what Master Xavier had in store for them there. It was brunch time and there were plenty of people

done something to her that wasn’t usual. He’d mastered her in a way no one else ever had. Mae was

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

Griff’s Red room she found the door already open slightly. This time Mae didn’t bother to

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 tub. An antique screen in the corner created a dressing area, an armoire full of toys and

a wide expanse of lawn, and off to the left, the double

see you.” Master James rose from

when she saw him, then dipped her head. “My apologies. I must have misheard my instructions for the morning. Please excuse me.”

Mae. You’re in the right place. Close the

into her throat.