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 are

African American woman, breezed into the Den. She wore slacks and a silk blouse, which was

because she smiled as she leaned in to kiss his

the ideal attire, but I

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

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

a time limitation.” James kept his voice as mild as he could. The weekend did not have to be a total loss—there

Cat frowned. “Didn’t Master Leo talk to

with Master

Madame Cat’s voice held the same hint of irritation that his

held up the envelope. “All it has is your name and a checklist for your sub. He said

in her chair. “I’m

“Oh?”

new position, it’s best

Madame Cat did something involving politics, which had always seemed incredibly dangerous to him—a secret life as a Domme would be

thought to have more time,” she continued, “but my flight leaves at 7.

“You’re ending your

quiet and obedient. Everything

the leather and wood chair. “And my role is

her displeasure with his tone, but James didn’t care. He had no desire

When I told the overseers I would be resigning my membership, they told me they were announcing a new game

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 fox-like

obedient assistant 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

neutral, James could detect the slight derision in her words, could tell

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,

he was so good at figuring out people’s

I didn’t have time to tell her anything other than this weekend

envelope, James stood and

* * *

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

The blow was unexpected and painful. Beth sucked in a breath and jerked, then wiggled around until all her body parts were in

Madame’s words were soft

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

much I’ve enjoyed

figure it out, knowing waiting too long

I doubt I’ll have the opportunity to play with a sub again, let alone one as obedient

tip of Beth’s tongue, but she held them

forward so I can reach your

was so startled by the command that

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