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.

and finished applying her makeup. “I liked trying something different.” The clock on the wall read eleven-fifteen.

beating. Does that mean

did. Did you

just a note to show up next

Be

tell me

and checked her reflection—the belled clamps dangled from her breasts and sex, the heavy cuffs made her wrists and ankles look tiny and delicate, and the plain leather collar around her neck made

Alice and smiled.

eyes went round as saucers.

Mae laughed and nodded.

of trepidation and anticipation filled her as she exited the Subs’ Garden and headed for 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 out, most like her having just woken up. Heads turned as she moved, the bells drawing everyone’s

her that wasn’t usual. He’d mastered her in a way no one else ever

her submission was like a cloak around

time Mae didn’t bother to arrange her hair or think about her

wide enough for two, an ottoman perfectly sized to have someone kneeling on it, and an en suite bathroom with a claw footed

exterior wall revealed a wide expanse of lawn, and off to the left, the double row of palm trees

see you.” Master James rose from a

apologies. I must have misheard my instructions for the morning. Please

right place. Close the

leapt into her