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

into the Den. She wore slacks and a silk

face, because she smiled as she leaned in

attire, but

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

until the slim gold watch was perfectly positioned for her to check the time. “I want to

did not have to be a total loss—there would be plenty of people here

Cat frowned. “Didn’t Master Leo

spoke with Master Mikael

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

“All it has is your name and a checklist for your

chair. “I’m afraid today is my last

“Oh?”

Given my new position,

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

time,” she continued, “but my flight leaves at

stiffened. “You’re ending

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

He had no desire to spend his time dealing with the emotional messes

lovers. When I told the overseers I would be resigning my membership, they told

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

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

not the Dom I would have picked for Beth.” Though Cat’s tone was neutral, James

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

so good at figuring out people’s emotional states, at “fixing” subs—he liked taking clues

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

back into the envelope, James stood and motioned for

* * *

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

the crop struck the bottom of her right foot. The blow was unexpected and painful. Beth sucked

words were soft and regretful, at odds with the

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

how much I’ve enjoyed

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

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

were poised on the tip of Beth’s

forward so I can

Beth was so startled by the command that she

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