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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darling, how

woman, breezed into the Den. She wore slacks and a silk blouse, which was far from her normal leather and

she smiled as she leaned in to kiss his cheek in

the ideal attire,

assumed that he and his partners would spend the weekend playing the game. It was slightly annoying

until the slim gold watch was perfectly positioned for her to check the time. “I want to be out of here by three. Hopefully I can beat

a time limitation.” James kept 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

Master Leo talk to

spoke with

explain?” Now Madame Cat’s voice held the

it has is your name and a checklist for your

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

“Oh?”

DC. Given my new position,

Cat did something involving politics, which had always seemed incredibly dangerous to him—a

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

“You’re ending

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

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

but James didn’t care. He had no desire

business associates than lovers. When I told the overseers I would be resigning my membership, they told me they were announcing a new game and suggested I uncollar Beth as part of

question. Beth was striking rather than pretty, with brown hair cut

assistant in scenes focused on others. She was most often seen playing with Doms who preferred

Though Cat’s tone was neutral, James could detect the slight derision in her words, could tell that she thought his

the sub I would have picked for myself,” he responded curtly. But when James looked at Beth’s picture, all he could

figuring out people’s emotional states, at “fixing” subs—he liked taking clues

anything other than this

James stood and motioned for the

* * *

opened, but kept her gaze down. There were two 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 flicked on, the bright white beams focused on the

closed when the crop struck the bottom of her right foot. The blow was unexpected and painful. Beth sucked in a breath

were soft and regretful,

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

much I’ve

to figure it out, knowing waiting too long to reply was disrespectful. “Yes,

will miss our time together. I doubt I’ll have the opportunity to play

the tip of Beth’s

I

the command that she

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