“Limits. Tell her your limits.”
“Okay, I know this will sound bad, but any impact play is a hard limit for me. And being bound. I can’t have that right now.” I swallowed again. It was much easier for me to say what I didn’t want, and in turn, it made it clearer what I did want. “Any sort of penetration is a hard limit right now. Scratching is a hard limit. Slapping is a hard limit. Compression is a hard limit.”
I sighed again and tried to express what I wanted.
“I think I just need to be in a room again and be seen and touched. I need this environment.”
I swallowed hard, having a hard time believing that I’d just said all of that. I nodded, letting her know that I was done listing off basically anything that would make for a fun evening for the Top.
“Is it okay to touch you with my bare hands?”
“Yes.”
“Is it okay to touch you with impact tools, not in a striking fashion?”
I thought about that for a second and then nodded.
“Yes.”
“I understand. No impact or striking, bindings, penetration, scratching, slapping, or compressing. Physical touch with hands or toys is okay,” she reiterated.
“Yes, correct.” I smiled and nervously ran my hand through my hair. “Does that leave anything for us?” I asked.
“Oh, yes, Andrew.” She folded her arms, and a smile appeared on her face.Click. Click.“Now, are there any medical or health related issues that I should be aware of?” she asked. Josh nudged me again.
“Sometimes I’m short of breath, and I occasionally have side pain.”
“Which side?”
“The right.”
“Understood. Occasional shortness of breath and right side pain,” she reiterated. “What is your safe word?”
“Red.”
All of the times I’d muttered and yelled it with Elise came storming back. This would be different, though. This was Tabitha.
“Mine is red as well,” she offered.
“Got it. Red is the safe word.”
“Do you prefer aftercare in public, such as out here in the main room? Or would you prefer private aftercare, as in the room we will be in?”
Good question. Sessions with James were the only ones where I’d felt decimated after. Maybe a session with Juan had me a wreck too. But they were the only ones that had stuck out to me when I’d needed time away from prying eyes. I couldn’t imagine being a basket case. Especially considering all the limits I’d just imposed. I felt bad. This wasn’t going to be an exciting session for her at all.
“Andrew?” she prompted.
“Public is fine. I’m okay with public.”
“Very well.” Tabitha looked at Josh. “Are you planning on having a session tonight, Josh?”
“Not until ten when Sam gets here, Mistress Tabitha.”
“Good. You’ll keep an eye out for when we return for care.”
“Yes, Mistress Tabitha.”
“You’re a good friend, Josh.” Tabitha’s eyes returned to mine. “Ready, Mr. West?”
