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

as Madame Cat, a lovely African American woman, breezed into the Den. She wore slacks and a silk blouse, which was far

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

the ideal attire,

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

check the time. “I want to be out

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

frowned. “Didn’t Master

with

Madame Cat’s voice held the same hint of

a checklist for your sub. He said the rest of it was up to

settled back in her chair. “I’m afraid

“Oh?”

my new position, it’s best

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

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

“You’re

which is sad because Beth is so delicious. She’s quiet and obedient. Everything I could

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

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

business associates than lovers. When I told the overseers I would

in question. Beth was striking rather than pretty, with brown hair cut in a ruler

Doms who preferred a stricter version of BDSM play than James used. If he was

James could detect the slight derision in her words, could tell that she thought his type of domination

not the sub I would have picked for myself,” he responded curtly. But when James looked at Beth’s picture, all

was a puzzle. It was why he was so good at figuring out

to tell her anything other than this weekend was for the

into the envelope, James stood and motioned for the Domme to

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of heels which she recognized as Madame Cat’s, and then another set she thought sounded like a man’s. She closed her eyes when spotlights flicked

was unexpected and painful. Beth sucked

words were soft and regretful, at odds with the harsh

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

much I’ve enjoyed our time

on? Beth didn’t pause to try to figure it out,

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

on the tip of Beth’s tongue, but

so I can

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

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