It isn't

Alex nervously thought about how Clara said she wanted to open up to him and ONLY him. Contacting someone else at this moment would betray that trust. This is between him and her, and it would be a huge betrayal of trust to include anyone else. So he nervously walks back downstairs. His jaw drops when he sees Clara standing over the stove in nothing but his mother's white apron. Alex muddles, "Isn't that dangerous?"

Clara turns to him, "That rude of you to say after I went through the effort, but no, Not if you are careful." Alex sits down at the counter, facing her as she cooks. "I have been meaning to ask you a question."

Clara hesitates before confirming her words, "Ask away. I am an open book to you. For the next week, any question you ask, I will answer."

Alex stumbles over his words, "About that... I was wondering... Well, I kind of wanted to know ah."

Clara blurts out, "Show some confidence, boy," and they both start laughing at each other's awkwardness.

Their laughter eventually calms down, and Alex realizes that he is talking to the same woman that he grew up with, so being forthcoming should be easy. "I was wondering where are the limits of this week?"

Clara thought to herself. The idea of limits hasn't really crossed my mind. She had put so much thought into actually 'giving herself over to him' that she never really thought about anything afterward. It's not that is was ignorant; in fact, she is well aware of the BDSM culture and all the whips and chains that come with it. It was such a giant leap for her just to get to this point that she never thought past it. As she thought about her post-planning, It suddenly occurred to her that her planning up till this point also was lacking. She was so singularly focused on that one moment that the pre and post-planning fell through.

It both terrified her and excited her that she came here utterly ****. Right away, she knew that was her answer to him. "I came here completely **** because I have complete trust in you. So no limits.