BDSM Checklist: A, B, C

James woke first, the warmth of a woman beside him making him smile before he’d even opened his eyes. When he caught
sight of Beth, who was sprawled on her stomach beside him, the smile widened. She’d fallen asleep on his lap in the courtyard,
waking only when he carried her into the bedroom and had her bend over the bathroom counter so he could remove the plug
and chastity belt.
Remembering how her ass had looked, red from the belt, spread wide as he removed the plug, he eased the covers down.
There was one faint bruise on her left ass cheek—he must have hit that spot too many times in a row. The belt spanking had
been impromptu and done with less finesse than was ideal. But there was something to be said for scenes driven by passion
rather than planning, as long as he kept enough control to make sure he didn’t really hurt her.
Beth had one leg bent to the side, seemingly begging him to touch her sweet pussy, which the position left exposed.
He wasn’t the kind of man to ignore such an enticing invitation.
She stirred slightly when he laid his hand on her thigh, stroking his way up to her pussy. Spreading her labia open with two
fingers he used a third to tap her clit.
Beth came awake with a start, sucking in a surprised breath. She started to close her legs, but he tsked at her.
She froze, then turned her head on the pillow. Propped on one elbow he smiled at her, then pinched her labia together and
tugged.
“Good morning, Beth.”
“Good morning, Master James.”
“How do you feel?”
“I’m not awake enough to answer that question.”
He laughed, though he could tell she was serious. “Well, I’m awake.”
He lay back and pushed the covers away, revealing his morning erection. Beth looked from his cock to his face, waiting for an
order. He didn’t want to give her an exact order, he wanted to see what she’d do. Rather than say anything, he pointed at his
cock.

Beth got to her hands and knees, breasts dangling enticingly under her. James tugged on her nipples as she positioned herself
against him. Her head lowered towards his crotch, but she stopped, looking at him out of the corner of her eye. He raised a brow.
Beth shot up and swung her leg over his hips, straddling his cock. Before he could stop her, or help her, she’d tilted her pelvis,
his dick sliding through the folds of her pussy to her entrance. She wasn’t that wet, but she lowered her hips, taking the tip of his
cock into her body.
Her whole body shuddered, and the sight of her—head thrown back, nipples pink and soft, belly tight—was enough to have him
ratcheting closer to an orgasm. Her sheath grew damp around his cock.
James grabbed her hips, pulling them down. Beth was tight—far tighter than he’d expected her to be. Her nails dug in to the skin
of his lower belly, her breasts rose and fell with her breathing, and when her pussy clenched rhythmically around him, James
realized she was coming.
Using his hold on her hips he urged her to move. She obeyed, riding him with slow, deep strokes.
“Faster,” he commanded.
Her eyes snapped open. Bracing her hands on his chest she leaned forward a bit and sped up. As he raced towards his own
orgasm, James found himself looking into her face, meeting her gaze. He could sense her desire, her need, and yet she was a
mystery—there was something behind her eyes he couldn’t name, more to her than he’d yet uncovered.
Needing more control, he rolled them over, tucking his forearms under her shoulder blades, hands curled over her shoulders
from behind to hold her in place as he fucked her pussy hard and fast. When Beth tipped her head back and moaned, he bit her
neck.
He came inside her, slowing but not entirely stopping his thrusts as his breathing calmed. Part of him was waiting for a signal
from her—a restless squirm or frown that would signal she needed more, but her eyes were closed and whatever pleasure had
overcome her when his cock first penetrated her seemed to have satisfied her.
At least for now.
James finally pulled out, lying back beside her. For a second he reached for her hand, prepared to lace his fingers with her, but
then stopped. That was an odd gesture for a Master and sub—too friendly to be sexual, too romantic for a club setting.
“Master, may I leave the bed?”

He nodded, head still on the pillow, and watched her slip off the bed. He saw her hesitate, as if she weren’t sure if she should
walk or crawl to the en suite bathroom. She opted to walk.
Once she was out of sight, James rubbed his hands over his face. Mikael had been right—Beth had been ill-used, though the
other Masters’ mistake was understandable, if amateurish in his opinion. She was a fun sub when she stopped thinking so hard
about what a sub should do. As she’d just demonstrated this morning, if she was given an opportunity to make choices, she
opted for more overt sexual contact than her demeanor might otherwise indicate.
He opened his eyes when she approached the bed. Kneeling on the edge she lowered her head and cleaned his cock with her
tongue. Fierce pleasure roared through him as he watched her service and care for him. By the time she was done he was semi-
hard, and when she cleaned him a second time with a warm wet washcloth he was fighting the urged to bend her over the bed
and fuck her.
After carefully cleaning his balls, Beth turned to take the washcloth back to the bathroom. He grabbed her arm.
“Usually I’m the one with the washcloth.” Worry furrowed her brow and he stroked the pulse point in her wrist with his thumb.
“That wasn’t a criticism, Beth.”
“Oh.” She pursed her lips. “And you’re not angry that I...”
“Rode me like a bronco?”
Now she smiled, and again it transformed her face. “You didn’t expressly say you wanted my mouth on your cock.”
“I didn’t. I like that you wanted me in your pussy.”
The blunt language had her licking her lips and swaying towards him.
“Do you know what I want now?” he asked in a low voice.
“No, Master. Tell me and I’ll do it.”
“I know you will.” He grabbed her left nipple and tugged her down, until she was bent with her face only inches from his. “I want
you to go to the dresser and open the top drawer. Bring me two sets of clamps.”
Beth scampered away, detouring only far enough to toss the washcloth into the bathroom. James sat up, adding pillows behind
his back and crossing his arms to avoid the temptation to stroke his cock.

She flicked through the selection in the drawer, which while far from comprehensive, he knew from experience had plenty of
variety. Considering how much she’d enjoyed the clothespins he expected her to go for heavy clover clamps, but when she
returned, she carried two pairs of delicate gold ones. One set were tweezer-style, which could be adjusted for tightness, and
decorated with beaded gold tassels. The second were small screw clamps with black rubber tips, the screw part again allowing
for adjustment of tightness. These were connected by three gold chains of differing lengths.
She poured them into his outstretched hands.
“Do you know where these are going?”
“I can guess, Master.”
“And what’s your guess?”
“My nipples and pussy.”
“Pretty and smart.” He pointed at her chest. “Play with your nipples.”
There was a faint blush on her cheeks and James wondered if that was from arousal or if he’d embarrassed her. When her
nipples were erect from tugs and flicks, he motioned her closer and applied the screw clamps, tightening them enough to keep
them on, but not so much that they’d have to come off any time soon. The chains dangled between her breasts, the longest one
falling nearly to her belly button.
“Spread your legs.”
When he toyed with her pussy lips, he found that she was wet. Rewarding her for that with a few strokes to her clit, he then
applied the tweezer clamps to her pussy lips, placing them toward the front of her pussy, where the inner pieces would bump her
clit and the decorative tassels would be more obvious, drawing everyone’s attention to her sex.
“Walk. I need to make sure they won’t fall off.”
Once he was satisfied they wouldn’t slip off her pussy lips, he motioned towards the wardrobe. “See if there’s a robe in there. I
want you to put it on.”
She frowned before obeying, flicking through the robes, bypassing terrycloth, kimono-style, and sheer black, selecting a long,
white satin one. He was slightly surprised by her choice—it was a rather romantic, dramatic garment.

Beth slid it on, the white a lovely contrast to her tan skin, and he no longer doubted her selection.
He crooked his finger. When she stopped beside the bed, he pinched a fold of the smooth fabric and rubbed it against her
clamped nipples. She jumped, then arched her back.
“Now I want you, my lovely Beth...”
He reached between her legs, flicking the tassels, then pinching the clamps together.
“...to go get us breakfast.”