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

stood 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

his face, because she smiled as she

not the ideal attire, but I

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

check the time. “I want to be

to be a total loss—there would be plenty of people here to play with

Master Leo talk to

with Master Mikael

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

up the envelope. “All it has is your name and a checklist for your sub. He said the rest of it was up to you to

“I’m

“Oh?”

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

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

thought to have more time,” she continued, “but my flight leaves at 7. I’m only here to uncollar

“You’re

which is sad because Beth is so delicious. She’s quiet and obedient. Everything I could want.” True regret pinched the corners of

“And my role

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

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 of

Beth was striking rather than pretty, with brown hair cut in a ruler straight line just above

Doms who preferred a stricter version of BDSM play than

have picked for Beth.” Though Cat’s tone was neutral, James could detect the slight

picked for myself,” he responded curtly. But when James looked at Beth’s picture,

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

to tell her anything other

the envelope, James stood and motioned for the

* * *

knee when the door opened, but kept her gaze down. There were two sets of footsteps, the click of heels which she recognized as Madame Cat’s,

her right foot. The blow was unexpected and painful. Beth sucked in a breath and jerked, then wiggled around

fun, girlie.” Madame’s words were soft and regretful, at odds with the harsh

noticed the clothes when her Mistress had locked her in her collar and placed her in the cage,

I’ve enjoyed our time

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

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

poised on the tip of Beth’s tongue,

I

was so startled by the command that she didn’t react

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