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

Cat, a lovely African American woman, breezed into the Den. She wore slacks and

must have shown on his face, because she smiled as she leaned in to kiss his cheek in

attire, but I can’t

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

check the time. “I want to be

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

Cat frowned. “Didn’t Master Leo talk

spoke with

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

a checklist for your sub. He said the rest of

settled back in her chair. “I’m afraid today is my last day at Las

“Oh?”

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

that Madame Cat did something involving politics, which had always seemed incredibly dangerous to him—a secret life as a Domme

to have more time,” she continued, “but my flight leaves at 7. I’m only here to uncollar

stiffened. “You’re

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

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

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

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

photo of the submissive in question. Beth was striking rather than pretty, with brown hair cut in a ruler straight line just above her shoulders. Her eyes were equally brown, and seemed large in her fox-like

with Doms who preferred a stricter version

was neutral, James could detect the slight derision in her words, could tell that she

not the sub I would 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

James couldn’t resist 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

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

the photo back into the envelope, James stood and motioned

* * *

kept her gaze down. There were two sets of footsteps, the click of heels which she recognized as Madame Cat’s,

unexpected and painful. Beth sucked in a breath and jerked, then wiggled around

Madame’s words were soft and regretful, at odds with the harsh

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

much I’ve enjoyed our

it out, knowing

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

on the tip of Beth’s tongue, but she held them

so I can reach

time Beth was so startled by the command

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