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 are

She wore slacks and a silk blouse, which was far

must have shown on his face, because she smiled as she

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

frowned. He’d assumed that he and his partners would spend the weekend playing the game. It was slightly annoying to know he’d come

the slim gold watch was perfectly positioned for her to check the time.

we were 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 later, and he never had trouble picking up a willing sub for

Cat frowned. “Didn’t Master Leo

with Master Mikael

voice held

me this.” James held up the envelope. “All it has is your name and a checklist for your sub.

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

“Oh?”

position, it’s best to cut ties with Las

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

my

“You’re ending

and obedient. Everything I

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

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

than pretty, with brown hair cut in

excellent and obedient assistant in scenes focused on others. She was most often seen playing with Doms who preferred a stricter

neutral, James could detect the slight derision in her words,

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

resist was a puzzle. It was why he was so good at figuring out people’s emotional states, at “fixing” subs—he

anything other than this weekend

James stood and motioned for

* * *

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

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

were soft and regretful, at odds with the

eyes, focusing 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 her Mistress had locked her in her collar and placed her in the cage, but Beth

I’ve enjoyed our

didn’t pause to try to figure it out, knowing waiting too long to reply was

I’ll have the opportunity to play

were poised on the tip of Beth’s

I can reach your

startled by the command that she didn’t react

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