BDSM Checklist: A, B, C

Chapter 32

Xavier leaned back against the door. What the hell had just happened? It was a simple flogging, followed by a bratty sub stealing a kiss. Neither should have affected him the way they did. Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Mindful of Mae’s situation—though he knew the room was being monitored, as all playrooms were—he headed for the Den and the stash of toys the Dominants, Owners, and Masters kept there.

A few other Doms were winding down their evening with drinks, among them James. Xavier grabbed what he wanted from the cabinets, then on impulse stopped to talk to the other man. After a minute of conversation, and raised eyebrows from James, Xavier was on his way back to Mae.

He had more arrangements to make for the weekend, but they would wait until the pretty sub was safely in bed.

When he opened the door he was greeted by the site of Mae’s pink and red ass. Parts of it were dark enough to match her hair. She was swaying slightly, her delicate calf muscles tense. He watched her lower herself onto the horse for a second, just enough to press her feet flat to the ground, before popping back onto her toes. He’d been very gentle when flogging her pussy, but still the combination of that plus a few minutes on the horse must have made her sore.

He was glad. He wanted her sore, wanted her thinking about him, feeling his touch on her body, even as she slept.

Without a word, he helped her swing a leg over the wooden horse and dismount. Dropping to one knee, he pushed her knees open, examining her pussy. The labia were bright pink and slightly swelled. He pinched them, testing how sensitive she was. Rather than a yelp of pain she moaned, pressing her crotch toward him.

Xavier fought the urge to bury his face in her pussy and his finger in her ass.

Satisfied that she’d be able to handle what he planned for her tomorrow, Xavier stood. Mae’s arms were still bound behind her back, which made it easy to guide her to the armchair and bend her over the back. He tapped her legs open with a foot between her ankles. Taking a small packet of lube from his pocket, he ripped it open and squeezed it onto her anus.

“I’m going to place a plug in your ass. You’re to sleep with it in. If you wake up and are uncomfortable you may take it out for an hour. Set an alarm and when the hour is up, you must reinsert it. You’re to keep track of how many times you take it out. You may remove and wash it in the morning, but then immediately reinsert it. Do you understand?”

“Yes, oh yes, Master Xavier.”

“You’re looking forward to this?”

“I’m going to go crazy if I don’t get something.”

“You mean have something penetrate you?”

“Yes, Master Xavier.”

He coated a simple plastic training plug with the last of the lube, then placed the tip against her rear entrance and used the toy to move the lube around. He was careful not to use his fingers, which like the kiss, were things he considered too personal and intimate for a scene that was only designed for BDSM play. “You are not allowed to come.”

“I remember, Master Xavier.”

“Good.” He positioned the plug and pushed it all the way in with one hard thrust. Mae screamed and wiggled. He hadn’t given her any warning, and the sudden invasion would have hurt, which is what he wanted.

He was surprised when Mae moaned and shuddered. He could see the shivers that trembled through her. It almost looked as if…

“Mae,” he barked. “You are not allowed to come.”

“I’m trying not to, Master.”

He pinched her reddened ass.

Mae moaned again. “No, Master, I’ll come!”

He took his hands off her and watched for her trembling to subside before crouching by the seat of the chair where he could see her face. “Were you really going to come just from that?”

She nodded jerkily. She looked baffled and scared, as if she didn’t know what her body was doing. Her eyes were luminous with tears, her lips flushed pink from arousal.

“Mae, did you know that you’re masochistic?” he asked softly.

“I’m not a pain slut.” She seemed shocked by the very idea.

Xavier decided to leave the issue. He suspected she’d been through about all she could handle today. Tomorrow he’d help her explore this aspect of her submission.

Raising her to a standing position, he held her when she swayed and when she sagged back against him, turned her face so she could rest her cheek against his shoulder. He didn’t have the heart to push her away. He knew it was a mistake, but it felt too good to have her body curled against his like this.

When she’d stopped trembling, he stepped back. “Mae, look at me. You’re going to keep the cuffs on overnight, and wear this.”

He picked up a small drawstring bag he’d brought with him, taking out a simple leather dog collar.

“This is just a training tool, something to help you.” A collar was a significant symbol in BDSM, used to signal that a submissive had been permanently bound to, or was owned by, a Dom or Master.

Her lip curled.

“If you’d rather not wear a collar I can respect that.” There were some who considered using collars for training unwise because it could confuse the submissive.

“It’s not that I object to wearing a collar. I just don’t like that collar. It’s ugly.”

Xavier looked from Mae to the collar and back. Shaking his head he slid the collar around her neck and buckled it loosely.

She pursed her lips. “It doesn’t match the cuffs.”

Xavier let out an exasperated grunt. “That’s what you’re focused on?”

“I take accessories very seriously.”

“I don’t even know what to do with that statement.”

She giggled.

Xavier tensed, expecting that their banter and her sass would have knocked her out of subspace, but she didn’t try to take control as she had when she kissed him. She stood obediently, pretty face turned up, waiting to see what he’d do next. But she’d giggled. His subs didn’t giggle.

The final items in the bag were a set of belled clamps. He poured them into his palm to show her. “There are four clamps. One for each nipple, and two for the lips of your sex. You’ll put them on as soon as you wake up. You may take them off to use the restroom, but then, as with the plug, you must put them back on immediately. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master Xavier.”

“Do you know why I want you to wear these?”

“No, Master.”

“You will in the morning. Also, there’s been a change in plan. Go to the Griff’s Red room at 11:30.”

“In the Sub Rosa Court?”

“Yes.”

Though she was clearly curious, she didn’t ask any questions. Xavier unstrapped her arms, rubbed the circulation back into them, and then picked up her robe, draping it over her shoulders, and handed her the bag of clamps. “Tomorrow you’ll wear nothing except what I’ve given you tonight.”

She frowned.

“Is there a problem, Mae?”

“Nothing matches.” Her lips twitched before she got her expression back under control. She looked up at him through her lashes and he realized she was teasing him.

Xavier caught her chin, forcing her to look up. “You don’t know when to quit, do you?” He meant it to be harsh, a warning, but his heart wasn’t in it. He liked the sass. God help him, he even liked the giggle.

Her eyes fluttered closed as she shivered. “No, Master.”

Desire roared through Xavier.

“I will see you tomorrow, Mae.” He helped her put her arms through the robe, then felt something in the sleeve. Curious, he reached in and pulled out a phone and a pair of dark-framed glasses.

“Oh uh, those are mine.” She tried to take them, but Xavier held them out of reach.

Unfolding the glasses, he slipped them onto her face. Mae blinked up at him from behind the lenses. She looked different with them on, older and more confident. He had several extremely vivid naughty librarian fantasies. Taking them off her face, he handed them to her.

She tucked them away. “Goodnight, Master Xavier.”

“Goodnight, Mae.”

He walked her to the door of the play room and watched her leave, the hem of her robe flapping around her upper thighs. He realized she was barefoot. Ducking back into the room he grabbed her shoes but when he stuck his head out into the courtyard she was already gone, leaving him standing there with a pair of black kitten heels, and the strangest feeling that he’d just let Cinderella slip through his fingers.