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

as Madame 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

face, because she smiled as she leaned in to kiss his cheek

the ideal attire, but

the game. It was slightly

for her to check the time. “I want to

he could. The weekend did not have to be a

Master Leo

spoke with Master

Cat’s voice held the same hint

envelope. “All it has is your name and a checklist for your

chair. “I’m afraid today is my

“Oh?”

new position, it’s best to cut

always seemed incredibly dangerous to him—a secret life as

to have more time,” she continued, “but my flight leaves

“You’re

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

of the leather and wood chair. “And my role is to play therapist to

He had no desire to spend his time dealing with the emotional

more business associates than lovers. When I told the overseers I would be resigning my membership, they told

question. Beth was striking rather than pretty, with brown hair cut in a ruler straight line just above her shoulders. Her eyes

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,

James could detect the slight derision in

have picked for myself,” he responded curtly. But when James looked at Beth’s picture, all he could think about was what Master Mikael had said, his implication that while Beth was obedient, she

was so good at figuring out people’s emotional states, at “fixing” subs—he liked taking clues and piecing

her waiting. I’m afraid I didn’t have time to tell her anything other than this weekend was for the checklist game.” Madame Cat

James stood and motioned

* * *

door 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

unexpected and

girlie.” Madame’s words were soft and regretful,

nothing like her normal wardrobe. Beth had noticed the clothes when her Mistress had locked her in her collar and placed her

know how much I’ve enjoyed

on? Beth didn’t pause to try to figure it out, knowing waiting too long to reply was disrespectful. “Yes,

miss our time together. I doubt I’ll have the opportunity to play with a sub

on the tip of Beth’s tongue,

so I can

time Beth was so startled by the command

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