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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how are

Den. She wore slacks and

confusion must have shown on his face, because she smiled as she leaned

attire, but

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

time. “I want to be out of here by three. Hopefully I can beat

The weekend did not have to be a total loss—there would be plenty of people here to play with later, and he never had

frowned. “Didn’t Master Leo talk

with Master

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

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

her chair. “I’m afraid today is my last

“Oh?”

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

politics, which had always seemed incredibly dangerous to him—a secret life as a Domme would

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

stiffened. “You’re ending

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

on the arm of the leather and wood chair. “And my role is to play therapist to your sub and distract

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

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

a glossy photo of the submissive in question. Beth was striking rather than pretty, with brown

played. Beth was one 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

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, could tell that she

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

a puzzle. It was why he was so good at figuring out

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

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

* * *

recognized as Madame Cat’s, and then another

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

soft and regretful, at odds

the ground. She 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

much I’ve

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

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

the tip of Beth’s tongue, but

I can reach your

startled by the command that

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