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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how

breezed into the Den. She wore

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

ideal attire, but I

would spend the weekend playing the game. It was

positioned for her to check the time. “I want to be out of

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

Master Leo talk

with

Cat’s voice held the same hint of irritation that

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

“I’m afraid today is my last day

“Oh?”

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

Madame Cat did something involving politics, which had always seemed incredibly dangerous

to have more time,” she continued, “but my

stiffened. “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

two fingers on the arm of the leather and wood chair. “And my role is to play therapist to your sub and distract her for

displeasure with his tone, but James didn’t care. He had no desire to spend his time dealing with the emotional messes

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

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

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 more

neutral, James could detect the slight derision in her

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

he was so good at figuring out people’s emotional states,

didn’t have time to tell her anything other than this weekend was for the checklist game.” Madame

photo back into the envelope, James stood and

* * *

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

right foot. The blow was unexpected and painful. Beth sucked in a breath and jerked, then wiggled around until all her body parts were

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

on 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

know how much I’ve enjoyed our

pause to try to figure it out, knowing waiting too long

opportunity to play with a sub again, let alone

the tip of Beth’s tongue,

so I

time Beth was so startled by the command that she didn’t

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