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

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

face, because she smiled as she leaned

ideal attire, but

he and his partners would spend the weekend playing the game. It was slightly

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

under a 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 later, and he never had trouble picking up a willing sub for

Master Leo talk

spoke with Master

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

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

settled back in her chair. “I’m afraid today is

“Oh?”

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

He’d heard that Madame Cat did something involving politics, which had always seemed incredibly dangerous to him—a secret

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

“You’re ending

so delicious. She’s quiet and obedient. Everything I could want.” True regret pinched the corners of Cat’s

and wood chair. “And my role is to play therapist to your sub and distract her for

James didn’t care. He had no desire to spend his time dealing with the emotional messes

more business associates than lovers. When I told the overseers I would be resigning my membership,

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

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

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

not the sub I would have picked for myself,” he responded curtly. But when James looked at Beth’s picture, all he could think about

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

I didn’t have time to tell her anything other than this weekend was for the checklist game.” Madame Cat rose. “Shall

photo back into the envelope, James stood and motioned for the Domme

* * *

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

her right foot. The blow was unexpected and painful. Beth sucked in a breath and jerked, then wiggled around until all her body parts were in the

words were soft and

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 was still in street clothes had to mean

I’ve enjoyed our time

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

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

were poised on the tip of Beth’s tongue,

forward so I

was so startled by the command

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