BDSM Checklist: A, B, C Chapter 66

“Yes, Master James.” Beth wasn’t sure where this was going, but she snuck a glance at his semi-
flaccid cock, which he hadn’t tucked back into his pants.

“So you’re going to do precisely that, while we watch all these other people play, and you’re going to do
it all with that chastity belt on, knowing that the one thing you need you can’t get.”

Beth couldn’t stop the small growl that escaped her.

“Is that a problem?”

“No, Master James.” She bit off each word.

He tipped her chin up, and whatever he saw in her face made him grin. The jerk. Easy for him to smile
when he’d gotten to come. Then again, she had come three times today.

“If you’re a good girl I might be willing to give you some stimulation.” His fingers kneaded her ass, then
followed the path of the chains, stroking over her puckered anus, which Beth realized for the first time
was protected only by the chain, not the metal plate.

“If I beg…you will fuck my ass?”

“Oh no, you haven’t earned that. If you beg, I’ll have someone else put a plug in that pretty bottom.”

Beth shuddered as a wave of desire washed over her. She dropped her head, taking deep breaths as
she tried to bring herself under control.

Master James gathered her hair in his hand, then urged her to lower her upper body. He shifted to a
more reclined position so she could lay her cheek against his lower abdomen, allowing her to see what
was going on in the courtyard.



Without any further prompting, Beth used one hand to flip his cock up, sucking the soft head into her
mouth where she could “worship” it.

The Dom on the stage was in the middle of some complex rope bondage that included creating a
cradle for the head of a large Hitachi Magic Wand vibrator, which he bound tightly to the sub’s pussy.
When the ropes were in place, the Dom flicked the vibrator on. The sub, helplessly suspended in rope,
her legs bent, knees held open by a spreader bar, could only gasp and moan as the vibrator worked on
her clit. The woman’s thrashing made her sway slightly from side to side, and even from a distance
Beth could see her muscles bunching under her skin as she strained against the ropes. When she
screamed through the first orgasm, Beth sucked harder on Master James’s rapidly stiffening cock.
When she sobbed through a second orgasm, Beth sucked and nipped the length of his shaft.

When the sub begged to have the vibrator turned off and her master instead started gently spanking
her, Master James was fully hard, and Beth bobbed her head up and down on his cock.

The act of servicing him this way, of being bound and controlled while pleasuring her Master, was
arousing in a way Beth hadn’t known, though on paper it was similar to many other situations she’d
been in. She’d sucked and licked her share of cocks and pussies, but had never been so stimulated by
the act—never seen it as a something that could or would stimulate her. She wanted his cock in her
mouth, wanted to feel his hardness against her tongue, invading her throat.

When the well-pleasured sub was lowered to the stage and the ropes quickly cut away, Beth was not
surprised that the woman crawled to her Master and ripped at his pants, devouring his cock.

Master James forced her mouth off, and Beth stared at the hard length of his dick, which was wet with
her spit.

“Did you enjoy watching that?”



“Yes, oh yes.” Beth started to lower her mouth once more, but Master James kept her head up with a
firm hold on her chin.

“I think I’d like to see you like that, though I’m not a rope expert. Would you like to be bound and forced
to orgasm?”

“Oh yes.” Without the stimulation of his cock in her mouth Beth was itchy with need. She shifted as
much as she could, trying to make the chastity belt press against her pussy.

“What do you want, Beth?”

“You, Master James.”

There was a moment of stillness, as if she’d surprised him, then he released her chin. “Remember
what I offered you if you begged.”

Beth paused, open mouth an inch away from his cock. Looking up she wondered if this was a test, if
there was a wrong answer. What would a good sub do?

“No, Beth, don’t think about it, trust me. I gave you a choice, an opportunity. I’m simply reminding you.”

“I want to keep sucking your cock.”

“Good, because I enjoy having your mouth on me.”

“I would also like to have a plug.”

“Why?”

Wasn’t it enough that she wanted it? Did she have to explain everything?

“Why, Beth?”



“Because I want more. Serving a Master should be enough for a good sub, but it’s not.” Her stomach
clenched with a feeling she could only describe as disloyalty, yet the honesty felt good. “Every time I
come, I just want something else.”

“Of course. Your sub isn’t satisfied yet.” His thumb stroked her lower lip. “Tell me exactly what you
want.”

“I want to kneel here and suck your cock with a plug in my ass. I want you to touch me and use me and
abuse me until this need goes away.”

Their gazes met, and something powerful passed between them.

Master James slid out from under her. Beth dropped her forehead to the seat cushion, looking up when
she heard footsteps she knew were his.

Dangling from his right hand was a long silver plug with a flared base.

“I’m not willing to let anyone else play with your ass before I do.”

He stepped up to the arm of the chair, and Beth twisted to watch him. He coated the tip of the plug with
lube, then turned his attention to her ass.

Pulling the globes of her ass apart he tugged the chains to the side. They were already tight and the
added tension pressed the chastity belt hard against her pussy, hard enough that Beth felt her pussy
lips throb against the unforgiving metal.

One slick finger rubbed against her anus.

“Relax,” he demanded, burying the tip of his finger inside her. Beth moaned in pleasure at the
penetration.



“Can you come from anal stimulation alone?”

“No, Master James.” The answer was automatic, but then again, her body had responded to him in
ways it had never responded to anyone before. “I don’t know.”

“Let’s find out, shall we?”

Something cold pressed against her rear entrance, and for a second she tensed before reminding
herself to relax. The tip of the plug slid in.

Master James applied steady pressure, forcing her body to open, forcing her to accept the penetration.
As her sensitive anus was stimulated, Beth started to breathe hard, something coiling tight inside her.

“Are you going to come, Beth?”

She couldn’t answer, only shake her head, not denying it, but telling him she didn’t know.

The plug sank in, her body closing around the narrow neck.

Master James carefully moved the chains back into place so they were now holding the plug in place.

Beth turned to look at him, the small movement making the plug shift inside her. Master James
returned to his seat, and without a word forced her head onto his rock-hard shaft. He was thicker than
he had been a moment ago, a testament to the fact that plugging her ass had been stimulating for him
too.

Beth devoured his cock, swallowing as she took him deeper than she had before, the head of his cock
filling her throat. She wanted it deep, needed to be overwhelmed by sensation.

Master James unfastened the belt from around her thigh. “Rock your hips back and forth while you
suck me.”



He had to help her find the rhythm, but soon Beth was rocking forward and back, as if meeting the
thrusts of someone fucking her from behind, but there was no one there. Only the endless frustrating
pressure of the chastity belt and the shifting of the plug within her. Her thighs smacking against the arm
of the chair, her shoulder bumping against his chest. Beth moaned in frustration around his cock. Her
nail dug into his leg, her brow furrowing.

She needed something more, just one more thing to push her over the edge, over an edge she didn’t
understand.

Master James’s breathing was heavy, and one hand dropped to her head, taking control of the blowjob.

“I’m going to come,” he panted. “I want you to come too.”

It wasn’t going to be enough. There was no direct stimulation, the plug held so tightly in place by the
belt that its movement inside her was minimal.

The crack of leather striking skin took her by surprise, the sound registering before the flare of pain.
Beth gasped and nearly choked as she realized he was spanking her with his belt. The second blow
landed and distracted her, pushing her further from the precipice of orgasm, but the third blow brought
all her arousal and need flaring back to life.

Master James’s cock twitched in her mouth, his hand fisted her hair, and more punishing blows landed
on her ass. His doubled-over belt smacked her ass in hard, sharp blows. It hurt. It made her pussy
throb.

The orgasm ripped through her, a soul-shaking wave of pleasure without the sharp peaks of ecstasy
she was used to. Master James forced her head down until her nose touched his pelvis. Come filled
her throat as Master James came, the sensation causing a fresh wave of pleasure to rumble through
her. She swallowed around the head of his cock.



Spots swam behind her closed eyelids, and Beth realized she needed to take a breath. His hand fell
from her hair and she pulled back, sucking in air through her nose, the tip of his cock still in her mouth.

Her own labored breathing was mirrored by Master James’s.

Exhausted, Beth’s shaking elbows couldn’t hold her up any longer. Letting his cock slip from her mouth,
she collapsed on her side, knees curled up in a fetal position, her head on Master James’s thigh. His
hand stroked her hair back from her sweaty face.

Beth’s body continued to hum and throb, but she finally felt content, despite, or maybe because of, the
plug and chastity belt, which were still in place.

She closed her eyes, safe and satisfied, cradled against her Master.


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