“They usually are,” he agreed. “After we go over the limits together, you can pick a few poses to try and I’ll help you get your posture correct.”
“Can you just tell me what poses instead?” I asked shyly. It soothed my nerves for him to tell me what to do, at least for this.
“I’d love to,” he said, shooting me a pleased smile. I wanted to think that he enjoyed telling me what to do, at least to some extent.
It didn’t take long for both of us to finish our lunch with the plates in the dishwasher. Zachariah didn’t beat around the bush to get to work on going over my limits.
I was thrilled to see that most of his own personal limits didn’t differ from mine all that much. We had the same hard limits, luckily. Only one that was different was anal play, and right now, that was to stay as a hard limit for me. I wasn’t sure why someone would want that.
Zachariah said we’d work on some of the soft limits, and the things I wasn’t sure about, with a few of his learning exercises that he had lined out. Blindfold, handcuffed, and bound were just a few that took a lot of trust, which would take time for me to ever be completely comfortable with. All of the limits would be tested in time, and he promised, once more, to take it slow with me.
I couldn’t wait as a nervously excited energy began to grow within my blood. His eyes promised that the I would enjoy anything he did with my consent, even pushing my own limits.
