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

Cat, a lovely African American woman, breezed into the Den. She wore slacks and a silk blouse,

his face, because she smiled as she leaned in to kiss his cheek in

attire, but I can’t

would spend the weekend playing the game. It was slightly annoying to know he’d come all this way for essentially

the time. “I want to be out of

be a total loss—there would be plenty of people here to play with later, and he never had trouble picking up a willing

Master Leo talk

with Master Mikael

voice held the same

me this.” James held up the envelope. “All it has is your name and a checklist for

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

“Oh?”

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

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

more time,” she continued, “but my flight leaves at 7.

stiffened. “You’re

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

two fingers on the arm of the leather and wood chair. “And my role is to play therapist to

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

story. We are 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 envelope 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 just above her shoulders. Her

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

neutral, James could detect the slight derision

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

he was so good at figuring out people’s emotional states, at “fixing” subs—he liked taking clues and piecing them together into

tell her anything other than this weekend was for the checklist game.” Madame Cat rose.

James stood and motioned for the Domme to precede him.

* * *

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 eyes when spotlights flicked on, the bright white beams focused

still closed when the crop struck the bottom of her right foot. The blow was unexpected and painful.

words were soft and regretful, at odds

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

how much I’ve enjoyed our

try to figure it out, knowing waiting

I’ll have the opportunity to play with a

the tip of Beth’s tongue, but she held

I can reach

so startled by the command that she didn’t react

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