BDSM Checklist: A, B, C

Chapter 70

Beth sprawled on the bed beside Master James, eyes closed. One of her arms was dangling off the edge in an awkward manner that was making it impossible to fall completely asleep, but she was dozing in a post-orgasm state of bliss.

“Beth, it’s almost time to go.”

“Hmm?”

Strong arms pulled her against a warm chest and Beth relaxed into the embrace.

“It’s nearly six.”

That woke her up. “PM? Sunday?”

“Yes.”

Her stomach clenched. Their weekend was over. Yesterday had been a whirlwind of kinky sex, the feather duster giving way to a good long fuck with her bent over the table, followed by dinner in the dining room, while she wore cuffs and nipple clamps, a one-foot-long chain connecting each cuff to the corresponding clamp, which made eating an adventure and ensured that by the time they were done, her well-stimulated nipples had her so desperate for release that she’d literally jumped on James the instant they entered their room.

But it wasn’t their room, it was a playroom—and one they’d be leaving shortly.

Today they’d taken it easy—the focus on getting Beth to express what she wanted in a way that fit with her rule-based view of BDSM. Master James had convinced her that she could still use the rules as a guide, but that wiggling her hips while standing in an appropriate posture was not “breaking the rules” but rather letting a Dom know that she was feeling sexy or playful.

Lunch had been memorable—she’d spent it cuffed wrist and ankle to a straight-backed chair on the stage in the courtyard. A straight-backed chair with the head of a wand vibrator mounted in the seat. James had used heavy chain in an X pattern to bind her upper body to the chair, the weight and pressure of the chains reminiscent of the feelings she’d gotten from the corset.

The restraints gave her enough space that she could move her hips, increasing and decreasing the vibration against her clit by sliding forward and back. After greedily coming three times in the first half hour, Beth had backed off, but found the audience that had gathered to watch her while they ate kept her aroused. Soon she was wiggling her hips forward, grinding her clit against the vibrator.

It was far from the first time she’d been put on display, but it was the first time she’d been putting on a show.

She’d spent nearly two hours strapped to the chair, and towards the end she begged Master James for more. He’d added heavy clover clamps on her nipples, then placed the short connecting chain in her mouth, allowing her to tilt her chin and increase the pinch on her sensitive buds.

half-mad from all the orgasms by that point and protested. She’d sucked his cock before he finally tumbled her onto the bed for a long fuck that was both intimate and rough. Her pussy felt vaguely bruised from

“How are you feeling?”

It was the truth, but when he rolled her over and

off the bed and stretched. “Would you prefer

up, struggling to figure out the sudden shift in his mood. Had she said something wrong?

have

I’m going to jump under the shower here.”

“James, wait.”

It was the first time she’d failed

“Is this…are we done?”

searched her face. “What are

in a way she’d never been with anyone—in the scene or

I was yours until

“Yes.”

being so distant, why was he making this hard on

she wouldn’t forget, wouldn’t go back to, was staying quiet about

the courage that came with not being exposed. “We’re not done with

he smiled. “We’re

“No.”

what do you think we

I want.” It felt good to state her

what do

favored on Friday afternoon, but he’d showed her that she actually enjoyed submitting to someone like

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