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

* * *

darling, how

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

confusion must have shown on his face, because she smiled

ideal attire, but I can’t

frowned. He’d assumed that he and his partners would spend the weekend playing the game. It was slightly annoying

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

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

Master Leo talk to

spoke with Master Mikael

explain?” Now Madame Cat’s voice held the same hint

has is your name and a checklist for your sub.

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

“Oh?”

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

involving politics, which had always seemed

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

“You’re

is so delicious. She’s quiet and obedient.

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

desire to spend his time dealing with the emotional messes other Doms made of

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 announcing a new game and suggested I uncollar Beth

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 eyes were equally brown, and seemed large in her

they’d never 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 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, pushing Beth

neutral, James could detect the slight derision in her words,

picture, all he could think about was

a puzzle. It was why he was so good at figuring out people’s emotional states, at

I didn’t have time to tell her anything other than this

James stood and motioned for the Domme to precede him.

* * *

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

bottom of her right foot. The blow was unexpected and painful. Beth

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

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

much I’ve enjoyed our time

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

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

poised on the tip of

forward so I can reach your

was so startled by the command that she didn’t react

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