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

stood as Madame Cat, a lovely African American woman, breezed into the Den. She wore slacks

she smiled as she leaned in to

not the ideal attire, but I can’t

would spend the weekend playing the

time. “I want to be out of here

kept his voice as mild as he could. The weekend did not have to be a total loss—there would be plenty of people here to play with later, and he

frowned. “Didn’t Master Leo talk to

with Master

Madame Cat’s voice held

“All it has is your name and a checklist for your sub. He said the rest of it

in her chair. “I’m afraid today is my

“Oh?”

Given my new position, it’s

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

“but my flight leaves at 7. I’m only

“You’re ending

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

wood chair. “And my role is to play therapist to your

He had no desire to spend his time dealing with

and I 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

glossy photo of the submissive in question. Beth was striking rather than pretty, with brown hair cut in a ruler straight line

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

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 she thought his

when James looked at Beth’s picture, all he could think about was

out people’s emotional states, at “fixing” subs—he liked taking clues and

waiting. I’m afraid I didn’t have time to tell her anything other than

James stood and motioned for the Domme to precede him.

* * *

which she recognized as Madame Cat’s, and then another set she

the crop struck the bottom of her right foot. The blow was unexpected and painful. Beth sucked in a breath and jerked, then

words were soft and regretful, at odds with the

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, but Beth had assumed that when she returned she’d have changed. The fact that she

much I’ve enjoyed our

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

miss our time together. I doubt I’ll have the opportunity to

were poised on the tip of

forward so I can reach your

was so startled by the command that she didn’t

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