BDSM Checklist: A, B, C

Xavier again checked his urge to push Mae to move faster. He could feel her nervousness, just as he could feel her excitement.
Or maybe it was his own nervousness and excitement that he was projecting on her. Ridiculous that he should be nervous. He
was an experienced player who knew how to plan a scene and read a sub. What was about to happen would not challenge him
—it was about challenging her.
Mae stopped in front of the restraint wall, examining it with trepidation. Then she took a tiny step to the side, toward him, as if
seeking his protection.
It was time to show her that he was the one she needed protection from.
“Back against the bars, arms up.” This time when she didn’t move fast enough he hooked a finger in the D ring of her right cuff
and forced her hand up. She stumbled, eyes wide, then quickly got into position. Taking a strap from around his neck Xavier
quickly secured that hand, repeating the process on the left.
“Is this the light bondage?” Mae spoke softly, her eyes on his face. Her hands were spread up and to the side, wrists just slightly
above shoulder height, with enough room so she could bend her elbows.
Xavier pulled another strap from around his neck. “I would barely consider this bondage.”
She shivered and dropped her gaze.
“Legs together. Are you right or left-handed?”
“Right, Master Xavier.”
“Then lift your right foot off the floor.” He gave her a minute to find her balance on her non-dominant foot, then grabbed her right
knee, lifting her leg and pressing it to the side. He didn’t know how flexible she was, so rather than force her knee up by her ribs
he raised it only slightly higher than hip height before wrapping a strap several times around her thigh and the bar behind it,
buckling the strap in place. He also secured the ankle cuff to the next bar down, and finally tied the cuff on her left ankle to the
lowest rung of the restraint wall.
Mae wavered, upper body tilting to the side as she tried to adjust to the position. She was totally exposed, her breasts and sex
both easily accessible. Though she was still wearing the panties, Xavier could clearly see the lips of her sex. She was so wet
that the lace was plastered against her pussy.
“This isn’t bondage?” Mae squeaked.

Xavier smiled. He couldn’t help it. The outburst should have yielded an immediate punishment, but he liked knowing what she
thought. “It’s light bondage. Very light. Here.” He reached up and cupped her hand in his. Her fingers trembled. “Hold on to the
strap. That keeps you from straining your shoulders and back.”
Xavier reached across her to help her grab the other strap, bringing his chest within inches of her. Her head was tipped back, her
pink lips slightly parted and oh-so-kissable. Xavier cupped her cheek, rubbing his thumb over the corner of her mouth and
lowered his head.
What are you doing?
Before he did something stupid, Xavier jerked back. Mae looked both disappointed and confused, the expressions flashing
across her face.
He went to his bag of equipment, using the action to gain control of himself.
“I apologize, Mae.”
“You’re apologizing, for not kissing me?”
“We’re here for BDSM play. Not sex or sexual contact.”
“Wait...you were serious about the no sex thing?”
Xavier pulled his single-tail whip out of his bag and looped it over his chest. “You thought I wasn’t?”
Mae didn’t respond. Her eyes were fixed on the whip. Xavier grabbed an eye mask and held it up so she could see it. “I’m going
to blindfold you. I’d prefer something more substantial, but this will have to do for now.”
Mae was still looking at the whip. “Are you...are you going to use that?”
“What?”
“T-that.”
“Ask me properly.”
She took a breath then met his gaze. “Are you going to whip me, Master Xavier?”

In response he slipped the eye mask over her head.
“Master Xavier?” She turned her head side to side, a hint of panic in her voice. He touched her cheek and she calmed.
Xavier uncurled the whip, took two steps back and snapped his wrist. The crack of the whip’s tip was a sonic boom. Mae
screamed, turning her head into her arm.
In the ensuing silence Mae’s ragged breathing was the only sound. She lifted her head from her arm.
“You jerk.”
Xavier narrowed his eyes. “Excuse me?”
“You scared me.”
Xavier pushed the mask off her face. “What did you just say to me?” He spoke softly, putting a hint of menace in his voice.
“You scared me.” This time her words trembled.
Xavier flipped the handle of the whip and pressed the butt of it up under her chin, forcing her face up.
“Tell me, Red, when you submit, who’s really in control?”
“The Dominant, Master Xavier.” The words were awkward because of the placement of the whip handle, but she got them out.
“You’re lying again. You’re in control, aren’t you? You get exactly what you want, how you want it. But you make them think it was
their idea.”
“No, no. I don’t.”
Xavier trailed the thick handle of the whip down the center of her body, then pressed it against her sex. Mae shuddered and
dropped her head forward.
“Have you ever done a scene where you didn’t get fucked or fingered, didn’t come?”
“No, Master Xavier.”

He moved the handle slightly, giving her just enough stimulation to distract her, keep her from being able to lie. “In the past who’s
been in control? You or the Dom?”
Mae’s lips trembled and there were tears in her eyes. “I don’t...I don’t know.”
Xavier retreated and snapped the whip again. She flinched at the sound and let out a little cry, though she could see that it was
nowhere near her.
“Please, Master,” she begged.
“Please, what?”
She dropped her head. “I don’t know. I don’t know what I want.”
Xavier grabbed her by the hair, forcing her to look at him. What he saw in her eyes was both familiar—the raw expression that
submissives wore when they began to truly give in, and strange—a kind of delicate beauty that urged him to protect and cherish.
Tightening his hold on her hair, Xavier pressed his body to hers and whispered in her ear. “I do.”