BDSM Checklist: A, B, C

He should have hacked into the Las Palmas records, looked up her number, called, and apologized. James paced, hoping to hell Beth showed up this weekend, that she’d seen the list he’d impulsively left her and her rule-following tendencies would push her to come back so they could finish. He hadn’t originally planned to deal with caning or choking. Though they weren’t on his hard limits list, they weren’t things that particularly interested him, and unlike Beth, he had no problem ignoring rules when it suited him.

He’d been a Grade A asshole the last time she’d seen him. How nice of him to spend all that time convincing her she should be more forthcoming with what she wanted only to shut her down when she asked for something. It was hardly her fault that she’d managed to hit on his one major trigger.

Not an hour had gone by this past week that he hadn’t thought about her, and more than once his fingers had been poised over his keyboard, ready to break some rules, and laws, to get her personal phone number. Since his firm had been part of the team to develop Las Palmas’s digital security, it wasn’t really hacking in so much as using the back door he’d left for himself in case of emergencies.

It had felt like an emergency.

But then again, he’d already made one dick move and decided not to compound the problem with another equally dick move. An unholy amount of time playing Grand Theft Auto and some senseless murdering of digital characters had helped keep his mind off everything. Now that he was here, he had nothing but time to think about it as he waited to see if she’d show up.

There was an intercom system, and James had asked that an announcement be made every hour asking her to join him in the Orion Room, a well-outfitted playroom off the larger Constellation Court. Unlike their room from last weekend there was no bed—this room would never be mistaken for anything other than a BDSM playroom.

He’d been here since three o’clock, and it was now 6:45. So far, no Beth. But he wouldn’t give up, not yet. There’d be another announcement in fifteen minutes.

James checked the setup, then went back to pacing.

* * *

She hadn’t brought any lingerie. It was hardly a surprise—lingerie packing had never been part of her normal routine for coming here.

Arriving at 5:50, Beth had heard the six o’clock announcements, including a request for her to go to the Orion Room. Rather than rushing to obey, she took her time, even going so far as to ask the other ladies getting ready in the Subs’ Garden if anyone had something she could borrow. It was the first time she’d ever really interacted with anyone in that space, and she was surprised by how readily people pulled out garments for her—and by the volume of brand-new lingerie everyone else owned and kept in their lockers. As someone said, “you never know what you’ll need.” She gravitated towards a frilly white corset, but after putting it on was gently told that it didn’t really go with her “look.”

Unaware she had a “look,” Beth instead accepted the suggestion of a classic black bustier that stopped two inches above her belly button, boy-short style lace panties and thin satin slippers that were slightly too big. Then someone insisted on helping her with her makeup, the result heavy black cat-eye style liner, matte bronze eye shadow, and glossy lips.

When she stepped back to check her reflection, the blonde sub who’d helped her with her makeup smiled. “It’s like Black Widow meets Playboy Bunny. Gorgeous.”

Beth stared at her reflection. Her hair hung in a perfect straight line around her neck, the eye makeup drawing attention to her face. The lace panties kept the outfit from veering into leather-fetish costume territory. She looked strong and powerful.

“I don’t look very submissive.”

“So?” The blonde who’d done her makeup capped a small pot of liquid eyeliner and wiped the brush off on a tissue. “You want a Dom who’s strong enough to handle you, in your complete bad-ass package.”

Complete bad-ass package. She liked that. Beth smiled at her reflection.

With profuse thanks and promises to replace all the pieces, Beth left the Subs’ Garden and headed for the Orion Room.

When she reached the door, she knocked once and opened it—she didn’t hesitate or second-guess how he’d want her to show up. If he wanted her to crawl into the room then it was his job to tell her that. She had every right to expect a Dom to be clear with her…and for him to respect her desires, needs, and wishes.

The room was lit by cool blue recessed light, the high ceiling studded with small LEDs that mimicked the real night sky, the three stars of Orion’s Belt slightly brighter than the others.

Master James stood in the center of the room, looking strong and dapper in black slacks and a gray dress shirt open at the collar.

“You got the list I left you.”

“Yes…Master James.” There was no denying the little blip of panic she felt because she’d purposefully paused before adding “Master James” to her sentence. Maybe this new bad-ass persona and worldview on how she was going to submit—and what it meant to be submissive—would take a bit longer to get used to than she thought, if such mild disobedience caused discomfort.

“There, under the chains.”

second to see if he’d include any orders on how he wanted her to get there, but he didn’t, so she walked over to stand under the structure he’d indicated. The large metal frame looked like a piece of gym equipment—the kind used for pull-ups and cable exercises. One of the overhead

waiting with her hands relaxed at her sides. There were flutters of arousal dancing over her skin, but she wasn’t lost

a shadowy area of the

her wrists near the heavy padded cuffs attached to two

of her didn’t want to look

easily around her left wrist, buckling into place. The fabric of his shirt brushed against her hip as he leaned across

feelings his nearness caused. Her body didn’t care that

was in place, her wrists at shoulder height, Master James walked away. Spotlights came on, bathing the area

voice and footsteps told her he was coming back, but she couldn’t see

“Yes, Master James.”

“It suits you.”

“Thank you, Master James.”

if it were a sentient thing. The slim cane was

sure

down the

me, what do we have

* * *

looked at the picture

pose, all while suspended above the man. Her slimly muscled arms were a match for his, and her legs, stretched out behind her, were also corded with muscle. The pose looked effortless, yet it was a display of

Her dark hair lay across her bare shoulders, and the bikini-style workout

lost in his thoughts that he hadn’t noticed the

jerked his gaze back to the ocean.

was sorry

admit I

had hoped.

of BDSM play: truth—and its partner,

is actually why

“Oh?”

lying to ourselves, all of

certainly wasn’t what Hadrian had expected

from our real needs, our real

this was going, but his

I came up with

“That sounds…alarming.”

oh yes.” His chuckle faded, and Hadrian waited for him to offer some reassurance, but he didn’t. “You

all,” Hadrian said

could do to, with,

his memory. He didn’t want to think back

completed a checklist, and we kept a copy. Over the past year we’ve noticed

Hadrian’s tone was