BDSM Checklist: A, B, C

Though Master James was still toying with her breast Beth was no longer floating in a haze of aroused anticipation. She opened her eyes, though kept them submissively lowered.

Master James’s fingers stopped moving, his hand flattening over her chest.

“Can you do me a favor?” Though she could tell Master James was looking at her, it was clear he was speaking to the other Dom.

“Of course.”

“I need some things.”

Beth remained still as Master James leaned away from her to whisper to the other man. When he’d left, Master James shifted slightly, adjusting pillows until he was in a more relaxed half-reclining position.

He tugged Beth’s shoulders until she was reclining against his side, her head pillowed on his shoulder. “We haven’t talked about our letter.”

Beth found her tension slipping away as she lounged against him. “No, Master James, we haven’t.”

“I assume Madame Cat told you it’s C.”

“I figured it out.”

“The cage and the collar, or lack thereof, were a rather large clue. How are you feeling about Madame Cat removing her collar?”

Beth shrugged.

“No, I want to hear how you’re feeling. The truth.” The command was clear in his voice.

“I knew Madame Cat was moving and leaving LA. I didn’t know it was going to be today.”

“That’s what you know, not how you feel.”

A valid point, and she should have known he’d ask what for her was a difficult question. “I didn’t feel surprised when she removed her collar. I was…resigned. I’d planned to give up my own membership when Madame Cat left.”

“Because you didn’t want to submit to anyone but her?” He sounded both surprised and concerned.

“No, because being a sub is not what I thought it would be. I have not enjoyed it.” She shook her head, because that wasn’t quite right. “It has not been what I expected.”

“You’re disappointed.”

“Yes. Disappointed.” It felt good to say it, and it was true, but given her current position it was an odd statement. “In the Subs’ Garden, when others talk about their sessions and scenes…” Beth didn’t want to finish the sentence. Anything she said would sound pathetic, as if she were whining. She didn’t want to do that.

“Your submission hasn’t been fulfilling.”

She was glad he understood. “Exactly.”

“Have you considered topping?”

air and almost choked.

find

it. I could never be responsible for a

said that you’re good at reading

situations like this.” She gestured to the courtyard, which was slowly

and look

rose and twisted, this time meeting his

you join

Beth finally said, “I won’t answer that.” The answer revealed too many things, asked her to

her face. “And you have the right not to. But I have to ask—are

stiffened. “I’m a good

follower. That’s not the same thing. When you think about submitting, what do you imagine, what do you

and walked away rather than answer. The last person to ask that

cupped her neck, thumb pressed lightly to the underside

to not worry,”

“Worry about what?”

the right thing. I want to be with another person, but know that

you’ll know you’re doing it the right way.” He spoke slowly, as if he

“Yes.”

have to ask, are

had either assumed or accused her of being on the autism

the pity she feared. “But I’m worried that this is

I hadn’t

to do to you, I’d feel a lot better if I knew you were actually going

wouldn’t have dared with anyone else. It was him—he made her behave this way. The only reason she dared was because he’d pleased her far more than anyone else had, making the idea that he wouldn’t please

His lips twitched, the sparkle in his eyes inviting her

am I insulting

implying I can’t pleasure

She bit the inside of her

you’re saying is that in all your years as a member here, no Dom has really

so it’s not just

laughter and Beth lost control of her smile.

faded to a grin and he

suddenly aware that there was no chatter and almost every eye was on them. If it had been a movie, there would have been a screeching record to accompany

could think was that she’d just insulted nearly a dozen Doms, some of whom might have used her

of the chair, ready to drop to her knees. Master James grabbed her around

“Oh no, you don’t.”