Well, it was a lot about him because he had all the opinions at the moment.
“This is about both of us.” More cheek kisses were necessary because my Master was frowning again. “But it’s okay for me to use your limits as a starting point until I figure out my own.”
Oh, he was going to be stubborn.
“I don’t have a starting point, Master.” Did he forget that already? “You’re my first everything. I’m not even sure I can call the dates I tried to go on dates because I never got dessert. If they have emergences before dessert, I don’t think I can call it a date.”
He winced.
Okay, maybe we were on the same page with that too.
“I’m going to remind you that I like being your first and I brought you home to give you dessert.” Master gave me a quickpeck before snuggling me against him so my head was on his shoulder. “I also kept you last night, so it was obvious I liked you a lot.”
He did.
He also worried a lot.
“But being so new, I either need to be on theeverything scares meside or thelet’s see what this is likeside.” Master went still, so maybe he didn’t know about the sides? “All the subs online talk about either being nervous at first and having tiny steps into BDSM or throwing themselves into it. Neither of those sounds like a good idea.”
He’d probably find more to worry about with either of them.
“So I’m going to be smart and use your limits until I figure out what I like. You’re thoughtful and smart and very educated about your limits, so I think that’s the best plan.” Randomly trying to figure them out on my own seemed ridiculous.
“I’m going to have to think about that, pretty boy. My first reaction was to tell you it doesn’t work that way, but I’m having trouble organizing my thoughts enough to explain why.” Master just didn’t want to admit I was right.
Being stubborn about some stuff was okay…especially when he was being stubborn about protecting me.
“You’re confident about what you like because you’ve thought about it a lot. I like that.” One of us being new and confused was more than enough. “I know to tell you when I’ve found a limit, like pooping. That’s a good limit and I found it on my own.”
Master’s chest jerked but he didn’t laugh out loud. “You’re right. You found a limit and you made it clear right away.”
“See?” Petting his chest, I nuzzled against his neck because he seemed to need a distraction. “I found a limit but I’m also finding that I like being owned. So you can’t complain about something we both like. That’s not even reasonable for a Dom who doesn’t think rules need to be reasonable.”
His laugh escaped that time, but he also gave me a kiss. “I’m not sure I like you using what I said against me.”
Ha.
He had a very smart boy even if his boy got confused sometimes.
“I’m glad we have so much in common, but yes, I want you to tell me when you have questions or when something feels like you’ve discovered a limit.” Master was relaxing more because his hug was turning into pets and cuddles, and the chair was gliding faster. “Do you think you found any limits with the plug?”
I couldn’t help it…I giggled.
“You called it a binkie.” For my ass. “I was confused at first but I figured it out. I was sucking on it so that made it a binkie.”
His chest jerked again but he nodded and tried to sound serious. “Yes, that was my logic too. What did you think about that?”
That it was funny?
Hmm?
“I think putting it in downstairs was a good decision.” I’d have been distracted otherwise. “Going up the stairs was fine, though, maybe because I was used to it by then? Um, it wasn’t too big or too small. And…and what else do I think?”
I had to have more thoughts.
My brain always had more thoughts.
“I think having my binkie in when I was in my swing was nice because it made it relaxing but not too relaxing. I don’t know the right words for that but I definitely wasn’t bored when you were working.” He’d also liked it too because he’d kept looking at my lap and smiling. “I think I’d need a longer one to come? Or maybe a binkie that vibrates?”
