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

into the Den. She wore

shown on his face, because she smiled as

ideal attire, but

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

time. “I want to be

kept his voice as mild as he could. The weekend did not have to be a total loss—there would be plenty of

Master Leo talk to

with Master Mikael

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

name and a checklist

in her chair. “I’m afraid today is

“Oh?”

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

something involving politics, which had always seemed incredibly

“but my flight leaves

“You’re ending your

obedient. Everything I could

“And my role is

showed her displeasure with his tone, but James didn’t care. He had no desire to spend his time dealing with

I told the overseers I would be resigning my membership, they

took out a glossy photo of the submissive in question. Beth 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

excellent and 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 do was

tone was neutral, 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

James couldn’t resist was a puzzle. It was why he was so good at figuring out people’s

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

photo back into the envelope, James stood and motioned for the Domme to precede him. “After

* * *

she recognized as Madame Cat’s, and then

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

were soft and regretful, at

could see her Mistress’s feet. Madame Cat was wearing 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,

I’ve

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

opportunity to play with

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

forward so I can

Beth was so startled by the

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