Boundaries

Boundaries

Yaren's appetite for the tea had suddenly vanished, she couldn't even bring herself to reach for the cup now that the professor had taken a more serious tone.

"Do you want us to go on?" He asked her.

Sh wasn't looking at him but she felt the weight of his gaze on her, she forced herself to nod.

"Good. I brought you here to establish the terms of our.... relationship," he began. "Since we have agreed that this will continue, we need to talk about what this means for us, specifically regarding boundaries and needs."

Boundaries and needs, she appreciated the fact that they were talking about this, she did. But like the professor had said, it was uncomfortable to talk about.

"I need to know if you've been comfortable so far with my touching you. I know the circumstances have been rushed, aggressive even. I need your honest assessment of how you felt during, and how you felt afterwards." He said.

Yaren's entire face flushed immediately. The memory of the previous day and even the day before was overwheming. She was so shy, she fixed her gaze on the smooth, polished surface of the table between them.

She knew there would be uncomfortable questions, but she didn't think they would make her so uncomfortable. She struggled to find her voice, to construct a reply.

"I... I was okay with it, Professor," she managed to say, her voice was almost a whispe. "I have been okay with it."

"Okay is a low bar, Yaren," he pressed gently. "But I will accept your answer for now. Honesty is crucial. If you are uncomfortable, I need to know."

She thought about it deeply, was she uncomfortable? She'd thought about it countless times and she'd concluded that she wasn't uncomfortable, in fact, she enjoyed it.

"I am not uncomfortable, sir." She replied quietly.

"Alright. Now, let's talk about dynamics. About how we function together, physically and otherwise." He said, and nothing could have prepared her for what came next. "Yaren, how do you feel about BDSM?"

Yaren's mind went blank. She felt a second, deeper flush rise on her neck. She had heard of BDSM before and she knew a thing or two about it's; what it entailed and all, but it was an abstract concept, something from books and movies, something she didn't expect to find herself talking about. She didn't know how to respond and she stuttered quietly for a short moment.

The professor observed her reaction calmly, he could tell her silence wasn't of refusal but confusion rather, he decided to clarify.

"I'm naturally dominant," he elaborated, presenting the term as a simple fact of his character. "I find immense satisfaction in control, in orchestrating, and in taking responsibility for my partner's pleasure and safety. My need is to command, to guide, to structure our interactions. Look at me."

And she forced her gaze up to meet his timidly.

"Do you have a problem being submissive? Being told what to do? In some aspects of your life, especially in the bedroom?"

The word submissive should have triggered every alarm bell in Yaren's mind, but as she sat across from him, the thought of not being submissive to him was absurd. The truth was, his dominance was the thing she craved most; it was the certainty that had quieted the chaos in her mind.

"No Sir." she said quietly, surprising herself with the conviction in her tone. "I don't think I have a problem being told what to do by someone like you."

A flicker of intense satisfaction crossed his eyes.

"Good. Because BDSM isn't just about the sex, It's about a dynamic, a lifestyle. It requires trust and respect from both parties. My role is to lead; your role is to trust that leadership. It's about boundaries, consent, and exploring those places where intense pleasure and controlled intensity meet."

And she listened like her life depended on it, she listened like she always listened to every word he said during lectures, just that she listened more attentively now.

"As your Dom, I have responsibilities towards you; I am responsible for your safety and well-being. That means I am supposed to take care of your every needs, academic, financial, and personal. I am supposed to be there for you, to support you in whatever way you need me to."

The list of duties was astonishing. It sounded like a whole lot to Yaren. With so much responsibilities, he almost sounded like a parent rather than a person she was in a relationship with. It was a lot to take in, but she was glad someone was offering to take all the weight off her shoulders. But then, what was she giving in return?

"What is my role and my responsibilities?" she asked meekly.

"Your role is simple," he replied. "I just need your trust, honesty, and respect. Trust my leadership. Be honest about your limits, and respect the boundaries we set."

That was easy, it was definitely something she could manage. She nodded.

"You have every right to say no to me touching you if you don't want me to. You're still very much a free person." He added. "That is crucial for you to remember."

"However, I will be in control of your sexual activities. When we are together, the decisions regarding that space belong to me, within the boundaries you set, of course."

The explicit discussion of control, consent, and sex right there was devastatingly arousing. Just talking about all this stirred Yaren's arousal. She felt a familiar, liquid heat pooling between her legs. Her chest had began rising and falling faster.

The professor seemed to notice she was getting turned on. A faint knowing smirk curved his lips. He let the silence deepen as she began squirming under the weight of his scrutiny. Finally, he spoke.

"We have discussed enough for tonight," he said, pushing his chair back. "Think about our conversation when you get back, there's no pressure. Let me know what you don't agree with. Also, be rest assured that we will only have sex when you are prepared to step into this commitment. You have a lot to process."

Yaren was grateful for that, truly grateful. He wasn't going to rush or force her into having sex and she truly appreciated that, it had tears welling up in her eyes.

"Thank you, sir." She croaked quietly.

And all he did was shake his head.

"It's getting late. Let's head back."