BDSM Checklist: A, B, C

Chapter 55

Beth wrapped her fingers around the metal bars of the cage. Tensing her arms, she lifted her body weight off her ass and right leg, which was curled under her. When she couldn’t hold herself up any more, she relaxed, the crosshatched bars that made up the bottom of the cage settling painfully into her flesh.

Though she’d been careful, the slight movement was enough to set the cage rocking from side to side, the ground of the dimly lit playroom five feet below her shifting dizzyingly. Beth closed her eyes until the cage stilled again.

Madame Cat had said that today they were going to play the checklist game. Since she was collared, Beth had known who her partner would be, but she’d harbored a small hope that whatever her letter was would include things that might be more interesting and pleasurable than her normal play with Madame Cat.

Those hopes had been dashed when Madame Cat had put her into this uncomfortable contraption. Shaped like an old-fashioned domed birdcage, it was just tall enough that Beth was able to sit upright, but the diameter kept her legs bent at awkward angles. Currently she had her right leg half under her, foot sticking out between the bars, her left leg folded up so her thigh was against her bare breast.

Beth sighed and laid her cheek against her knee. The cage meant Madame Cat had drawn the letter C in the game. Beth had a very good memory and was fairly certain she knew exactly what lay in store. The rules of the game, and of the club, meant that Madame Cat couldn’t do anything that Beth had indicated was a hard “no” on her checklist, but Madame Cat was creative—she could probably find a way to come close without crossing the line.

Whatever anticipation and hope Beth had when her Mistress had announced that this weekend was devoted to the game died as she sat curled in the cage repeating the “C” section of the BDSM Checklist in her head.

Cages

Caning

Cattle Prod

Cells

Chains

Chastity Belts

Choking

Chores

Clothespins

Clamps

Cock Rings

Cock Worship

Collar

Corset

Cuffs

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how

Cat, a lovely African American woman, breezed into the Den. She wore slacks and a silk blouse, which was far from her normal leather and chains Domme

she smiled as she

the ideal attire, but

He’d assumed that he and his partners would spend the weekend playing the

for her to check the time.

his voice as mild as he could. The weekend did not have to be a total loss—there would be plenty of people here to play with later, and he never had trouble picking up a willing

frowned. “Didn’t Master Leo talk to

spoke with Master Mikael

he didn’t explain?” Now Madame Cat’s voice held the same

this.” James held up the envelope. “All it has is your name and a checklist for your sub. He said the rest of

Cat settled back in her chair. “I’m afraid

“Oh?”

to DC. Given my new position, it’s best

He’d heard that Madame Cat did something involving politics, which had always seemed incredibly dangerous to him—a secret life as a Domme

to have more time,” she continued, “but my flight leaves at 7. I’m only here to

stiffened. “You’re ending

which is sad because Beth is so delicious. She’s quiet and obedient. Everything I could want.”

my role is to play therapist to your sub and distract her

her displeasure with his tone, but James didn’t care. He had no desire to spend his time dealing with the emotional messes other Doms

are not some great love story. We are more business associates than lovers. When I told the overseers I

was striking rather than pretty, with brown hair cut in a ruler straight line just above her shoulders. Her eyes were equally brown, and seemed large in her

in scenes focused on others. She was most often seen playing with Doms who preferred a stricter version of BDSM play than James used. If he was remembering correctly, Cat’s favorite thing to do was to use her as a footstool, pushing Beth

know, you’re not the Dom I would have picked for Beth.” Though Cat’s tone was neutral, James could detect

myself,” he responded curtly. But when James looked at Beth’s picture,

at figuring out people’s emotional states,

her anything other than this weekend was

James stood and

* * *

sets of footsteps, the click of heels which she recognized as Madame Cat’s, and then another set she thought sounded like a man’s. She closed her eyes when spotlights

foot. The blow was unexpected and painful. Beth sucked

girlie.” Madame’s words were soft and

fashionable, shiny, cream colored stilettos and ankle length gray slacks, nothing like her normal wardrobe. Beth had noticed the clothes when her Mistress had locked her in her collar and placed her in the cage, but Beth had assumed that when she returned she’d have changed. The fact that she was still

much I’ve

it out, knowing waiting

will miss our time together. I doubt I’ll have the opportunity to play with a sub again, let alone one as obedient

were poised on the tip of Beth’s tongue, but she held them

forward so I

so startled by the command that

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