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

into the Den. She wore slacks and a silk blouse, which

smiled as she leaned in to kiss his cheek

attire, but I

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

shook her wrist until the slim gold watch was perfectly positioned for her to check the time. “I want to be out of here by three. Hopefully

mild as he could. The weekend did not have to be

Cat frowned. “Didn’t Master Leo

with Master

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

envelope. “All it has is your name and a checklist for your sub. He said the rest of

chair. “I’m afraid today

“Oh?”

DC. Given my new position, it’s best

which had always seemed incredibly dangerous to him—a secret life as

thought to have more time,” she continued, “but my flight leaves

stiffened. “You’re ending your

is so delicious. She’s quiet and obedient. Everything

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

with his tone, but James didn’t care. He had no desire

Beth and I are not some 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 and suggested I uncollar Beth as

Plucking the envelope off the side 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

was always around, an 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

the Dom I would have picked for Beth.” Though Cat’s tone was neutral, James could detect the slight derision in her words, could tell that

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

was a puzzle. It was why he was so good at figuring out people’s emotional states, at “fixing” subs—he liked taking clues and piecing them together into a complete

to tell her anything other

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

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recognized as Madame Cat’s, and then another set she thought sounded like a

right foot. The blow was unexpected and painful. Beth sucked in

girlie.” Madame’s words 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 had locked her in her collar and placed her in the cage, but Beth had assumed that when she returned she’d

know how much I’ve enjoyed our

to try to figure it out, knowing waiting too long

will miss our time together. I doubt I’ll have the opportunity to play with a sub again, let alone one

on the tip of Beth’s

I can reach

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

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