BDSM Checklist: A, B, C

Chapter 2

“You have one month to try your letter’s items.”

“Wait a minute, you can’t expect us—” A Dom in the hayloft started to protest, but it was cut short when Master Leo held up a hand.

“We’ve also become complacent in our playmates. Those subs who are bound to a Master will be assigned to their Master’s letter. Those of you who aren’t formally bound or whose file says that you are willing to share or be shared, may be partnered with someone new. Possibly more than one someone.”

Anna’s stomach twisted. She was tempted to look around and find the tall, strong form of Master Jensen, but she obediently kept her gaze on the overseers.

“Not every pair or group will be able to complete all items under their letter.” Master Mikel started wandering between the subs, touching heads and shoulders as he passed. “Masters will be limited by the sub’s checklist. The game does not give anyone the right to override a sub’s limits. You may not do anything the sub has not indicated a desire or willingness to try.”

He picked up a lock of Anna’s hair and let it slither between his fingers as he passed. She shivered as he walked away. His footsteps stopped and he let out a little laugh. “Don’t worry, most of these pretty little things were quite liberal with their limits.”

“Masters! Come pick up your envelopes.” Master Leo motioned and Gabriela, a pretty Hispanic sub, rose and disappeared into the tack room. She returned holding a box, the tops of the envelopes within scraping against the bottoms of her naked breasts. “Each of you will receive your letter, the names of your assigned partner or partners, the list of associated activities, kinks and tools, and your partner’s checklist. Those of you who have reserved space in the mansion for this weekend are expected to begin your checklist activities tonight. The rest of you should begin planning and make reservations.”

The subs were dismissed as the Doms formed a line in front of the overseers. Anna followed the others out the double doors and along the path that led from the barn to the mansion. When the walkway split, Anna and the other subs took a smaller pathway that led not to the front doors, but to a side entrance. The mansion was designed around a series of gardens and courtyards. There were over ten different playrooms, and at least that many bedrooms. Occasions like this, where attendance was mandatory for all members, were rare. She wondered if everyone was staying the night, or if members who hadn’t reserved play and sleeping rooms would be leaving.

Anna and the others went to the Subs’ Garden—a small courtyard circled by two large living rooms, three dressing rooms and two bathrooms. It was the submissives’ safe haven, acting as both a lounge and waiting room. Anna sank down onto a chair in the smaller living room and checked the knees of her stockings for rips.

“What do you think?” Sarah, a lean, athletic blonde wearing only a pair of high-waisted leather panties asked as she took the chair opposite Anna.

“I don’t know.” Anna wasn’t sure what to think—mostly because she was both aroused and terrified.

“Are you and Master Jensen bonded?”

Anna took a shaky breath. “No. Not yet.”

Sarah winced. “You think he’ll be okay with someone else playing with you?”

Anna let out a choked laugh. “No. Not in the least.”

“Then you better prepare to have your butt beat black and blue when he gets you back.”

Anna licked her lips at the thought. That would almost be worth it. She pictured Master Jensen’s face and her heart clenched.

“What do you think, should we have a girls’ night?” Mae slid onto the arm of Anna’s chair. She was in her early thirties, about five years older than Sarah and Anna, and had beautiful red, curly hair and full breasts. She wore a short zebra print robe belted loosely with a pink sash. One shoulder slid down her arm, revealing a breast and lots of creamy skin.

“Girls night?” Sarah raised one brow. “A bit risky.”

“Hardly. If they didn’t want me to have champagne they wouldn’t stock the good stuff.”

Anna tried to relax. “A girls night would be fun.” Not all the submissives would be called, and in the past when things like this happened those left in the Subs’ Garden made use of their free time and the amenities of the mansion. “I guess it depends on what letter we each get assigned.” And more importantly to whom they were assigned.

Mae brought over champagne flutes, bottles of sparkling mineral water and a four hundred dollar bottle of champagne. A few other subs wandered over to sit near them, the mood quickly turning festive. Those subs that had standing rules about things like drinking opted for sparkling water. Anna thought it was a bit risky for anyone to choose champagne—what if they were called and the Dom who they were paired with objected to them drinking before hand?

She took a sip of icy mineral water as Mae finished playing hostess and resumed her seat.

“Do you remember?” Mae leaned forward, smiling and wiggling her eyebrows.

“Remember what?” Sarah took a small sip of Champagne and hummed appreciatively.

“What’s on the list?” A blonde Anna didn’t know was toying with the fuchsia lacing along the edge of her black and silver animal print bra. “I’ve been wondering, too. I don’t remember.”

“Some of the letters will be easy.” Sarah crossed her arms, her bare breasts squeezed together by the movement. “Think about ‘Q.’”

“What about ‘B’?” Mae tugged her robe up. “That one will have bondage, branding, beating, breast play, boot worship, breath control—”

They were joined by another sub Anna hadn’t met, but whom Mae seemed to know well. While the others tried to guess every item on the checklist, Anna sat quietly, wondering what was going to happen to her. Wondering where Master Jensen was. Her mind drifted back to the last time she’d been with him.

“You’re mine, Anna.” Master Jensen twirled the crop he held.

Anna could only murmur, “Yes, Master.” She was dancing on the razor's edge of an orgasm. Master Jensen had bound her hands to the footboard of the bed and forced her to bend at the waist while he worked her over with the crop. Arching her back she lifted her ass, hoping to tempt him into fucking her.

The crop ran over her rump. “Are you trying to tempt me?”

Anna tossed her head and looked at him. “Maybe. Is it working, Master?”

Master Jensen grinned. He was bare chested, his heavily muscled body gold in the warm light of the bedroom play space they were using. He wore faded jeans that dipped low on his hips. She could see the bulge of his cock behind the denim.

He brought the crop up from below, striking her dangling breast. Anna gasped as the sweet sting of pain sent little ripples of pleasure down her belly to her pussy. Reaching under her, he tugged at her nipple, toying with it while he swatted her ass with the crop.

She was wet and aching for him. He’d been playing with her for what seemed like hours.

Grabbing something off the bed he dropped to one knee beside her. Anna moaned as he pinched her nipples, then yelped as clamps bit down on her nipples.

“You like that, don’t you?”

“Yes, Master.”

“I want to hear you jingle while I fuck you.”

The crop landed on the bed and in the next moment his cock was sliding into her aching pussy. Anna grabbed the footboard, bracing herself as he fucked her hard and deep. With each thrust the bells dangling from her clamped nipples tinkled.

“You’re mine, Anna. Mine.”

“Yes, Master. I’m yours.”

What was Jensen going to think…what was he going to do…when she was assigned to submit to another Dom.