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 from her normal leather and chains

because she smiled as she leaned in

the ideal attire,

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

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 I can beat the

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

Master Leo

with Master Mikael

voice held the same hint of

a checklist for

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

“Oh?”

my new position, it’s best

seemed incredibly dangerous to him—a secret life as

“but my flight leaves at 7. I’m only here

“You’re ending

obedient.

“And my

didn’t care. He had no desire to spend

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

photo of the submissive in question. Beth was striking rather than pretty, with brown hair cut in a ruler straight line just above

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 her as

you must know, you’re not the Dom I would have picked for Beth.” Though Cat’s tone was neutral, James could detect the

picked for myself,” he responded curtly. But when James looked at Beth’s picture, all he could

thing 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

afraid I didn’t have time to tell her anything other than this weekend was for the checklist game.” Madame Cat rose.

into the envelope, James stood and motioned for the

* * *

footsteps, the click of heels which she recognized as Madame Cat’s, and then another set she thought sounded like a man’s. She closed

still closed when the crop struck the bottom of her right foot. The blow was unexpected and painful.

soft and regretful, at

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,

know how much I’ve enjoyed

figure it out, knowing waiting too long to reply was

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

on the tip of Beth’s tongue, but she

I

the command that she didn’t react

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