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

African American woman, breezed into the Den. She wore

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

the ideal attire,

weekend playing the game. It was slightly annoying to know he’d come all this way

positioned for her to check the time. “I want to be out of here by

was unaware 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

frowned. “Didn’t Master Leo

with Master Mikael

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

envelope. “All it has is your name and a checklist for your sub. He said

chair. “I’m afraid today is my

“Oh?”

position, it’s best to

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

to have more time,” she continued, “but my flight leaves

stiffened. “You’re

delicious. She’s quiet and obedient. Everything I could want.” True regret pinched the

and wood chair. “And my

James didn’t care. He had no desire to spend

more business associates than lovers. When I told the overseers I would be resigning

Plucking the envelope off the side table he took out a glossy 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,

subs who was always around, an excellent and obedient assistant in scenes focused 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 a footstool, pushing Beth more into the realm of “slave” than

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

Beth’s picture, all he could think about was what Master Mikael had said, his implication

good at figuring out people’s

her waiting. I’m afraid I didn’t have time to tell her anything other

photo back into the envelope, James stood and motioned for the Domme to precede him. “After

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knee when the door 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 she thought sounded like

the crop struck the bottom of her right foot. The blow was unexpected and painful. Beth sucked in a breath

Madame’s words were soft and regretful, at

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

how much I’ve enjoyed

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

opportunity to play with a sub again, let alone

of Beth’s tongue, but

forward so I can reach

so startled by the command that

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