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

African American woman, breezed into the Den. She wore slacks and a silk blouse, which was far from her normal leather

his face, because she smiled as she leaned in to

ideal attire,

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

check the time. “I want to be out of here by three. Hopefully

time limitation.” James 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

“Didn’t Master

with Master Mikael

Cat’s voice held the same hint of

this.” James held up the envelope. “All it has is your name and a checklist for your sub. He said the rest of it

well.” Cat settled back in her chair. “I’m afraid today

“Oh?”

Given my new position, it’s best to cut ties

He’d heard that Madame Cat did something involving politics, which had always seemed incredibly

my flight leaves at 7. I’m

stiffened. “You’re

obedient. Everything

leather and wood chair. “And my role is

care. He had no desire

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

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 just above her shoulders.

of those subs who was always around, an 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 to use her as a footstool,

you must know, you’re not the Dom I would have picked for Beth.” Though Cat’s tone was neutral, James could detect the slight derision in her words,

he responded curtly. But when James looked at Beth’s picture, all he could think about was what Master

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

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

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

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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, and then another set she thought sounded like a man’s. She closed her

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

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

colored stilettos and ankle length gray slacks, nothing like her normal wardrobe. Beth had noticed the clothes when her Mistress had locked her

know how much I’ve enjoyed our

try to figure it out, knowing waiting too long to reply was

doubt I’ll have the opportunity to

the tip of Beth’s tongue, but

forward so I can reach your

startled by the command that she didn’t react

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