BDSM Checklist: A, B, C

Chapter 14

Xavier stood, shoulder propped against the wall, as the overseers announced the game.

“When you joined us you completed a sex, kink, and fetish checklist. Some of you have updated it as your tastes evolved; others have only the original on file.” Master Mikael pulled a cloth covering off of a large board. Mounted on it were cards—one for each letter of the alphabet.

The Dom standing beside Xavier snorted in apparent amusement. “This almost reminds me of school.”

“I don’t like naughty pupil scenes,” Xavier replied.

“I wouldn’t expect so.” The words implied a lot of things about Xavier’s tastes. Most of which were probably true.

Xavier knew his reputation within the club, and it was deserved but surprising considering how rarely he was able to play.

“You’re James?” he asked. He recognized the man.

The other Dom nodded, his gaze focused on the three overseers, who were still explaining whatever it was they were up to.

Xavier’s patience was wearing very thin, so he switched his attention to the subs and slaves who were seated or kneeling on the floor in the center of the large space. He saw a few subs he’d played with before, the kind of women who liked their pain tinged with pleasure and who had been to the darkest parts of their own souls. When he got his hands on one of them…

Mistress Faith’s voice snapped his attention back to the overseers.

“Of all the hundreds of delicious sexual things on that list, many of you have only tried a few. We will no longer allow that.”

Xavier frowned, his attention now on Faith, who was scanning the Masters, Dominants, and Owners who stood near the walls or were seated in the lounge-like loft overhead. She raised a brow slightly when her gaze met Xavier’s. “Each of you has been assigned to a letter, and with it every kink and fetish in that part of the alphabet.”

“This… could be interesting.” James’s tone was tinged with surprise. Others in the room were shifting and muttering.

Xavier had to agree. He remembered completing the BDSM Checklist—a list of activities and implements used in BDSM play. Filling out the checklist was a good way to find partners who had the same interests, and a way to negotiate hard limits up front. He’d actually had to do it twice, each time spending hours thinking about the items before deciding what his response would be. He looked at the letter board—he could think of a few things he hadn’t had a chance to try. Hopefully he got a letter that would provide him some novelty, and could snatch up one of the subs he’d noted earlier.

“We’ve also become complacent in our playmates.” Master Leo, the third overseer, raised his voice to be heard over the protests and comments of the Dominant members, who were starting to voice their questions. The subs and slaves were, of course, obediently silent. “Those subs who are bound to a Master will be assigned to their Master’s letter. Those of you who indicated that you are willing to share or be shared may be partnered with someone new. Possibly more than one someone.”

They were assigning the subs? Now the Doms were grumbling in truth. Xavier shrugged mentally. They’d assign him someone who could handle what he’d do to her. They wouldn’t dare do anything else.

Twenty minutes later he found out how horribly wrong he was.

“Master Xavier, you have the letter B.” Mistress Faith handed him an envelope containing the name of his assigned partner and copies of both of their checklists.

Stepping to the side, he ripped it open and pulled out an eight-by-ten glossy photo of his sub.

“Fuck.”

James looked up from his own envelope. “Problem?”

Xavier held up the picture. James looked from it to Xavier and then started to laugh.

The woman in the picture was gorgeous—soft red curls framed her classically beautiful face and soft, kissable lips. In the photo she was wearing a ruffled white corset, lace panties, and stockings printed with pink hearts, which showed off her lush figure. She was the kind of sub who liked to be cuddled and kissed, and to squirm and giggle while being spanked.

The women Xavier played with made a lot of noises, but they didn’t giggle.

“Mae is a lovely sub.” James clapped him on the shoulder. “Don’t let her looks fool you. She’s also very smart and has a quick wit. She’s a pleasure to talk to.”

“I’m not looking for a fucking therapist.” Xavier rubbed his cheek just under the edge of his mask.

James shrugged. “I didn’t say she was one.”

“Isn’t she the one who did that ribbon bondage presentation?” Occasionally members hosted demonstrations. The last time he’d been here there’d been one on “gentle bondage” and he was fairly certain this pretty redhead had been part of it.

What the fuck was the point of gentle bondage?

There was something about her though, a kind of magnetism and confidence that made submission powerful. A weak-willed woman who submitted wasn’t interesting. At the demo she’d been bound to an upholstered ottoman with wide red ribbon and then gently spanked. As uninteresting as he’d found the

set-up, he remembered Mae because he’d stayed to watch her, if only because it was impossible to look away.

“Just…try not to break her.” James nodded once and then headed for the door.

Xavier examined the photo one more time. She was the perfect sub…for someone else. She was silk ribbon and champagne. He was steel cuffs and whiskey. He needed to find Mistress Faith and get a new assignment. Yet he found himself still standing there, long after the Conclave had cleared out, staring at Mae’s photo.

Shaking his head, he shoved the photo back into the envelope, then pulled out the two checklists inside. Looking first at his own, he scanned the list of things that began with the letter B. It was a long list.

Flipping to Mae’s checklist he read through, cursed, then scanned the “B” section again, sure he was misreading it. He wasn’t.

* * *

Anna felt eyes on her as they left the dining room, heard other members whispering about the first letter of the game. Half way to their room, she had to drop to her knees and crawl behind her Master. When they reached the door to the bedroom, Jensen helped her to her feet. He swept her up into his arms and carried her across the threshold. This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

Once inside he laid her on the bed.

“Roll over, and get up onto your knees.”

Anna obeyed, clenching her fists in the soft cotton duvet cover. He steadied her with a hand on the small of her back as he grasped the base of the plug.

“Relax.” He started to draw it out, the thick bulb pulling against her anus from within.

Anna cried out, clenching against the pain.