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

* * *

how

wore slacks and a silk blouse, which was far

on his face, because she smiled as she leaned in to

the ideal attire, but

partners would spend the weekend playing the game. It was slightly annoying to

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

operating 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

Cat frowned. “Didn’t Master Leo talk

with

Now Madame Cat’s voice held the same hint of

gave me this.” James held up the envelope. “All it has is your name and a checklist for your sub. He said the rest of it was

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

“Oh?”

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

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

continued, “but my

“You’re ending

obedient. Everything I could want.” True

“And my role is to

face showed her displeasure with his tone, but James didn’t care. He had no desire

overseers I would be resigning

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

who preferred a stricter

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

myself,” he responded curtly. But when James looked at Beth’s picture, all he could

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

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

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

* * *

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

were still closed when the crop struck the bottom of her right foot. The blow was unexpected and painful. Beth sucked in a breath and jerked, then wiggled around until all her

girlie.” Madame’s words were soft and regretful, at odds with the harsh

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 she returned she’d have changed. The fact that she was still in street clothes had to mean

how much I’ve enjoyed

to figure it out, knowing waiting too long to

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

on the tip of Beth’s tongue, but she held

I can reach

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

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