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 are

into the Den. She wore slacks and a silk blouse, which was far

smiled as she leaned in to

ideal attire, but

spend the weekend playing the game. It was slightly annoying to know he’d come all this way

shook her wrist 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

were operating under a time limitation.” James kept his voice as mild as he could. The weekend did not have to be a total

Master Leo talk

spoke with Master Mikael

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

and a checklist for your sub. He said the rest of it was

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

“Oh?”

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

always seemed incredibly dangerous to him—a secret life as a Domme would be a wonderful

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

stiffened. “You’re ending your

obedient.

fingers on the arm of the leather and wood chair. “And my role is to play therapist to your sub and distract her

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 would be resigning my membership, they told me they were announcing a new game and suggested I uncollar Beth as part

pretty, with brown hair cut in a ruler straight line just above her shoulders. Her eyes

Doms who preferred a stricter version of BDSM play

must know, you’re not the Dom I would have picked for Beth.” Though Cat’s tone was neutral, James could detect the slight derision in her words, could tell that

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

figuring out people’s emotional states, at “fixing” subs—he liked taking clues and piecing them together into a complete

have time to tell her anything other than this weekend was for the checklist game.” Madame Cat rose. “Shall

and motioned for the Domme to precede him.

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head from her knee when the door opened, but kept her gaze down. There were two sets of footsteps, the click of heels which she recognized

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

words were soft and regretful, at

ankle length gray slacks, nothing like her normal wardrobe. Beth had noticed the clothes when her Mistress had locked her

know how much I’ve enjoyed

Beth didn’t pause to try to figure it out, knowing waiting

together. I doubt I’ll have the opportunity to play with

on the tip of

so I can reach

Beth was so startled by the command

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