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

* * *

how

the Den. She wore slacks and a silk blouse, which was far from her normal

must have shown on his face, because she smiled as she

know, not the ideal attire, but

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

time. “I want to be out of here by three. Hopefully I can beat

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 people here to play with later, and he never

Master

spoke with Master Mikael

Cat’s voice held the same

and a checklist for your sub. He said the rest of

well.” Cat settled back in her chair. “I’m

“Oh?”

DC. Given my new position, it’s best

seemed incredibly dangerous to him—a secret life as a

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

“You’re

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

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

didn’t care. He had no desire to spend his time dealing with the emotional messes

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

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

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

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

Beth is 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

was a puzzle. It was why he was so good at figuring out people’s emotional states,

I didn’t have time to tell her anything other than this weekend was

the envelope, James stood and motioned for the Domme

* * *

click 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 on, the

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

fun, girlie.” Madame’s words were soft and regretful, at odds with the harsh

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 have changed. The fact

I’ve enjoyed

try to figure it

to play with a sub again,

were poised on the tip of Beth’s tongue, but

I can

by the command that she didn’t

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