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

She wore slacks and a silk

she smiled as she leaned in

the ideal attire, but I

the game. It was

the slim gold watch was perfectly positioned for her to check the time. “I want to be out of here by three.

could. The weekend did not have to be a total loss—there would

Cat frowned. “Didn’t Master Leo talk to

spoke with

held the same hint of irritation that

held 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

back in her chair. “I’m afraid today is my last day at Las

“Oh?”

Given my new position,

which had always seemed incredibly

she continued, “but my flight leaves at 7. I’m

stiffened. “You’re ending

is so delicious. She’s quiet and obedient. Everything I could want.” True regret

chair. “And my role

didn’t care. He had no desire to spend his time dealing with the emotional messes other Doms made of

business associates than lovers. When I told the overseers I would be resigning my membership, they told me they were announcing a new

off the side table he 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

Doms who preferred

Cat’s tone was neutral, James could detect the slight derision in her words, could tell that she thought his type

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

James couldn’t resist was a puzzle. It was why he was so good at 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 photo back into the envelope, James stood and motioned for

* * *

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 as Madame

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

words were soft and regretful, at odds with

wardrobe. Beth had noticed the clothes when her Mistress had locked her in her

much I’ve enjoyed our time

going on? Beth didn’t pause to try to figure it out,

to play with a sub again, let alone one

tip of Beth’s tongue, but she held

forward so I can reach

startled by the command that she

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