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.

applying her makeup. “I liked trying something different.” The clock on the wall read

said a beating. Does that

did. Did you get a

note to show up

fun. Be

didn’t tell me

ankles look tiny and delicate, and the plain leather collar around her neck made it abundantly clear that she was dressed this way by command. Not that anyone who knew her would think

looked at Alice

went round as saucers. “The one

Mae laughed and nodded.

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

Alice’s reaction, emphasizing that Xavier had done something to her that wasn’t usual. He’d mastered her in a way no one else ever had.

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

already open slightly. This time Mae didn’t bother to arrange her

have someone kneeling on it, and an en suite bathroom with a claw footed tub. An antique

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

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

her head. “My apologies. I must

in the right place. Close the door and

leapt into her