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

Madame Cat, a lovely African American woman, breezed into the Den. She wore slacks and a silk blouse, which was far from

have shown on his face, because she smiled as

the ideal attire, but

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

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

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

Cat frowned. “Didn’t Master Leo talk

spoke with Master

Now Madame Cat’s voice held the same hint

your name and a checklist for your sub. He said the rest of it was

“I’m afraid today

“Oh?”

my new position, it’s best to cut ties with Las

had always seemed incredibly dangerous to him—a secret life as a Domme would be a

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

“You’re ending your

is sad because Beth is so delicious. She’s quiet and obedient. Everything I could want.” True regret pinched the corners of Cat’s

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

no desire to

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 of

of the submissive in question. Beth was striking rather than pretty, with brown hair cut in a ruler straight

on others. She was most often seen playing with Doms who preferred

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

James looked at Beth’s picture, all he could think about was what Master

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

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

the envelope, James stood and motioned for the Domme to

* * *

lifted her head from 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 closed her eyes when spotlights flicked on, the

eyes 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 body parts were

were soft and regretful, at odds with

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,

much I’ve enjoyed our

was going on? Beth didn’t pause to try to figure it out, knowing waiting too long to reply was disrespectful. “Yes,

I doubt I’ll have the opportunity to play with a sub again, let alone one as obedient

were poised on the tip of Beth’s tongue, but she

I

the command that she didn’t react

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