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 are

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

shown on his face, because she smiled as she

know, not the ideal attire,

partners would spend the weekend playing the game. It

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

frowned. “Didn’t Master Leo talk

with

didn’t explain?” Now Madame Cat’s voice held the same hint of irritation that his

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

back in her chair. “I’m afraid today is

“Oh?”

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

did something involving politics, which had always seemed incredibly dangerous to him—a secret life as a Domme would be a wonderful political

continued, “but my flight leaves

stiffened. “You’re

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

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

desire to spend his time dealing with the emotional

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

was striking rather than pretty, with brown hair cut in

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

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 had said, his implication

was why he was so good at figuring out people’s emotional

to tell her anything other than this

photo back into the envelope, James stood and motioned

* * *

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

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 in

girlie.” Madame’s words were soft

had noticed the clothes when her Mistress had locked her in her collar and placed her in the cage, but Beth

know how much I’ve enjoyed our

to figure it out, knowing waiting

miss our time together. I doubt I’ll have the opportunity to play

tip of Beth’s tongue, but she held them

forward so I

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

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