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The Professor’s Toy: Limits Before Playtime

Author: B.E Belle
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-17 11:27:50

He wasn’t in bed when I woke up, but there was a note on the bed. “Gone for a run,” it said. “Be back at 7.00am.” I looked at the time. 6.30. Ugh. I was going to be a sleep-deprived mess all day.

I debated going back to sleep, and I might have, had I known Maxwell better. But I didn’t, really, and so I got up and went into the shower. The hot water played a role in waking me up, thankfully.

I wrapped a hotel bathrobe around myself that I found in the linen closet, and then I wandered back to bed.

Maxwell had been right last night; we needed to discuss hard and soft limits.

I didn’t know anything about what he preferred, but I knew what I didn’t want to do. I found a notepad by the phone, grabbed a pen, and started writing.

I didn’t want to make this a long, extensive list. I wanted to try most things. But certain things were not negotiable.

“1. No sharing,” I wrote. I had made my peace with feeling like an object for his pleasure, but I definitely would not allow myself to be ha
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