BDSM Checklist: A, B, C

By the time he called for her, Anna was so lost in her own head that she almost didn’t hear the announcement. It wasn’t until
another one of the subs touched her shoulder that she realized what was happening.
“Sub Anna. Orion Room,” the metallic voice droned.
She rose, leaving behind the half eaten plate of food someone had brought her. Head held high—because she didn’t have any
other choice—she made her way through Las Palmas. She had no way of ignoring the Masters and Doms who examined her as
she passed. The “A” on her breast let them know what was going to happen to her, while the chastity belt made sure everyone
knew that her pussy was owned. They may not have been formally bonded yet, but Master Jensen had left no doubt as to whom
she belonged to.
Above all there was the posture collar, forcing her to face her choices, and her submission.
Anna had no desire to wear a permanent collar once they were bonded. A piece of jewelry wouldn’t make Jensen any more or
less her Master. She understood the appeal of the collar, and certainly enjoyed them—except, perhaps, for the one she wore
now. But Anna could not, as much as she might want it, give herself over to her submission. The person she was outside these
walls would no more wear the same necklace every day—especially a choker style one, which hadn’t been in fashion since the
90’s—than she would go to work in mismatched shoes.
The only jewelry she wore with any regularity was her engagement ring. She’d taken it off as soon as she’d arrived at Las
Palmas. It had no place here, the same as a collar had no place in the outside world.
She stopped outside the Orion Room and took a deep breath.
“Wait.”
She jumped. A dark haired sub decked in body jewelry and chains appeared beside her. It was the same woman who’d been
there yesterday.
“Your Master has commanded me to take you to the bathroom.”
“Oh. Thank you.”
“It’s over here.”
Together they slipped into a bathroom located a few doors down.

“Inspection,” the dark-haired sub said.
Anna stiffened, but then spread her legs and raised her arms, lacing her fingers behind her neck. She touched the warm metal of
the collar and wondered if the sub had the key.
The other woman undid the chastity belt, then slipped out, allowing Anna to relieve herself. She washed her hands and fixed her
hair, then examined herself in the mirror.
There were still faint patches of pink on her fair skin from the abrasion, and she could see one or two spots of darker pink from
the various spankings. She’d cleaned herself up after she’d used the toilet, but she could already feel her sex growing wet once
more. Her eyes seemed larger and darker than normal.
The collar made her neck seem slim and pale, held delicately within the hard ribs of metal. She touched her pulse point and
swallowed. She knew what was coming. It was all she’d been able to think about.
Slipping out, she found the other sub waiting for her. Together they returned to the Orion Room.
“What’s your name?” Anna asked the other woman.
“Pet.”
“Your name is Pet?”
“I am my Master’s pet.”
Anna took a deep breath. “You’re a slave, not a sub.”
“Yes.”
It made sense that Master Jensen would have asked one of the Owners to loan out his slave to be used as a helper. Most slaves
lived the lifestyle 24/7, and had no expectation of pleasure the way a sub did.
Anna opened the door.
As before, the room was dark, and it took her eyes a minute to adjust. The pinpricks of light sparkled in the ceiling overhead. A
single spotlight highlighted a large steel structure. There were two upright metal pieces supporting a long horizontal bar ten feet
off the floor. Add stacks of weights, pulleys and hand grips and it would be gym equipment.

Instead of rubber grips and stacks of weights, this piece was outfitted with rings, straps and chain.
Master Jensen stepped into the light.
Her breath caught and a flood of desire poured over her. Just the sight of him was enough to have her teetering on the brink of
orgasm. He looked more himself than he had yesterday, wearing nothing but jeans. His arms were folded, showing off his
imposing muscles. His hair hung over his forehead and his stare was intense.
“To me, Anna.”
Naked save for the collar, Anna walked over to him. She dropped to her knees. She could look neither up nor down. He circled
her, touching her head, her shoulder, her breast.
“Hands.”
She held up her arms, wrists together. She heard footsteps, then Pet appeared and handed him something. He held it down for
her to see.
“Do you know what these are, Anna?”
“Cuffs, Master.”
The black restraints were thick, with a single large buckle on each. They were lined with a softer material that looked like suede.
Instead of an “O” or “D” ring, there were straps attached perpendicularly to the cuffs so that when they were on, the straps would
drape over the back of the hand.
“Not, just cuffs. Suspension cuffs.”
Anna started to look up but her head hit the back of the collar and she winced. That explained the straps, which would distribute
the weight, allowing the sub to hang by the wrists without damaging the fragile joint.
Master Jensen fastened the cuffs around her wrists, tugging to check the fit. Then he drew her to her feet. Taking the key from
his pocket, he undid the posture collar. Anna blinked back tears as it was taken away.
“Thank you, Master,” she whispered.
“Was it so hard to be reminded you’re mine?” He touched her cheek.

“No, Master.” She wanted to kiss him. “I like knowing I’m yours.”
“Good.”
Master Jensen positioned her under the bar, and then raised her hands, attaching her to the frame with chain. Her arms went
straight up from her shoulders, and were pulled tight enough that standing flat footed wasn’t comfortable. She rose onto the balls
of her feet, swaying a little. She wouldn’t be able to stand like this for long, but there was enough play that she could drop down
onto her heels to rest her calves.
“Comfortable?” he asked.
“Not exactly.”
He grinned. “Good.” Jensen circled her, touching and rubbing her, making sure every inch of her belly, breasts, back and ass got
attention.
He stopped in front of her, and the grin was gone.
“Do you remember what’s left on our list?”
“Yes, Master.”
Jensen fondled her left breast, then slid his hand up to her neck. “Are you scared?”
“I don’t know.”
“Bring me the first mask.”
Anna heard Pet’s footsteps. Her heart was pounding in her chest. What mask had Pet gone to get? A gas mask? A hood?
“Trust me, Anna.”
“I do, Master.”
Pet returned and Jensen released her to turn to the other woman. When he turned back, Anna saw panels of black leather and
straps.
“Smell.” He lifted the thing he held.

Anna took a deep breath. “Sandalwood.”
“Figures that you’d know the proper name for it. Remember the items left on our “A” list?”
She took another breath, inhaling the warm, woody smell that was distinctly male. “Aromas,” she exclaimed.
“Exactly. Did you know that the sense of smell is most closely tied to memory?” He circled behind her, pulling her against his
chest. His cock pressed against her ass and she danced on her toes to keep her balance. “I’m going to make sure that when you
smell this, you have very, very good memories.”
He lifted the leather mask and pressed it over her face. It wasn’t just a mask, it was a muzzle. The heavy leather covered her
from just below her eyes to her chin. A strap ran up from the bridge of her nose, over her head to meet the straps that crossed
her cheeks. It wasn’t tight to her face and that, coupled with the vents, meant she could breathe normally—but each breath she
took was rich with the scent of sandalwood. He must have coated the inside of the muzzle in scented oil.
“Can you breathe?”
She nodded.
“Okay, baby, are you ready for some fun?”
Pet appeared again, this time she holding a Hitachi Magic Wand. She dropped to her knees and opened a small panel in the
floor, plugging the heavy-duty vibrator in. Behind her, Anna heard a zipper, then felt the hard length of Jensen’s naked cock
against her ass.
His hands cupped her breasts, lifting and squeezing them. His thumbs flicked her nipples, then he pinched them, tugging gently.
“Use the vibe on her pussy. Not her clit yet.”
Without hesitating, Pet reached for Anna’s pussy, rubbing it before flipping the vibrator on. The rounded head of the wand
pressed against her, just above the start of her slit. Anna moaned as the vibrations trembled through her.
Master Jensen pulled harder on her nipples and Anna arched into his hands. She was dancing on her toes, spreading her legs to
give the vibrator better access. Jensen grabbed her left leg at the knee and lifted, folding it up along her side. For a moment she
was off balance, hanging by her wrists, but then she adjusted her weight to her right leg. Pet pulled the vibrator back, the hum of
its motor and Anna’s breath echoing in the muzzle the only sounds.

Her Master’s cock rubbed against her pussy. The head bumped her clit and Anna gasped. She sucked in a breath, the air
perfumed with the scent he’d selected. Holding her leg in one hand, the other arm wrapped around her torso, hand on her
breast, Master Jensen adjusted his hips and then his cock was at the entrance to her body.
He slid up into her in one long, smooth stroke. Anna dropped her head back onto his shoulder. His cock retreated, then slid in
again.
“I can feel you around my cock. You’re hot and wet. You like being chained up and fucked.”
Anna mumbled into the muzzle as the rhythm of his fucking picked up.
“Pet, put the vibe on her pussy.”
The vibrator rubbed over the lips of her sex, making circles along her sensitive flesh yet never touching her clit. Jensen adjusted
his grip and then slammed his cock into her. The force of his thrusts lifted her off the ground. Anna gasped into the mask as
pleasure ripped through her.
Master Jensen pulled his cock from her aching pussy and lowered her leg. Anna swayed before finding her balance. Pet still held
the vibrator against her, and Anna’s leg muscles twitched from the pleasure.
“Stop.”
Anna’s head jerked up. He couldn’t stop now, her body was warm and tingling with pleasure. A few more minutes of the vibe and
his cock in her and she’d be orgasming so hard the whole mansion would hear her.
Jensen reached back and undid the mask. “Where there’s pleasure, there’s pain.”
Both her Master and Pet disappeared into the darkness outside the circle of light. Anna sighed in frustration, but knew that a
spanking—which is what she guessed was coming—would only make it all the better when she finally did orgasm.
Master Jensen carried a simple wood horse, the kind they sold at home improvement stores, over. He positioned it in front of her,
then reached up and undid the chain.
“Put your chest on the horse, breasts on either side.”
Eager to get the scene started again, Anna obeyed. Pet returned, carrying the same gray bag Jensen had used yesterday. She
passed Jensen another mask.

“Lift your head and open your mouth.”
Anna obeyed. This mask didn’t smell like sandalwood, but sage. It was a gag, with a small black piece that fit into her mouth.
Two straps ran alongside her nose to meet on her forehead. It had the same cheek straps that connected to the one on the top
of her head. Jensen fitted a hose into the front and squeezed the pump he held. The piece in her mouth started to inflate.
Anna grunted as it pushed her tongue back and pressed against her cheeks. Jensen kept pumping. She looked at him, shook
her head. Jensen grabbed her by the hair and forced her cheek against the wood. A shiver ran through her. Her mouth was
stuffed full, painfully so. Her nose wasn’t covered, but the scent of sage was still strong.
“You notice this one has a different aroma. This scent will remind you of pain.”