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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darling, how are

woman, breezed into the Den. She wore slacks and a

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

know, not the ideal attire, but I can’t stay

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

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

his voice as mild as he could. The weekend did not have to be a total loss—there would be plenty of people

Master

spoke with Master

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

and a checklist for your sub. He said the rest of it was up to you to

“I’m

“Oh?”

Given my new position,

seemed incredibly dangerous to him—a secret

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

“You’re ending

is so delicious. She’s quiet and obedient. Everything I could want.” True

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

had no desire to spend his time dealing with the emotional messes other Doms made

great 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

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

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 more into the realm of “slave”

picked for Beth.” Though 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

sub I would have picked for myself,” he responded curtly. But when James looked at Beth’s picture, all he could think about was what Master Mikael had said, his implication that while Beth was obedient, she was also

at figuring out

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

envelope, James stood and motioned for the Domme

* * *

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 closed her eyes when

blow was unexpected and painful. Beth sucked in a breath and jerked, then wiggled

were soft and regretful, at odds with the

ground. 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

I’ve enjoyed our

Beth didn’t pause to try to figure it out, knowing

time together. I doubt I’ll have the opportunity to play with a

tip of Beth’s tongue,

I can

was so startled by the command

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