My first experience with a Dom-Sub relationship
When I first heard of the Dom-Sub relationship, it was mostly in cheesy romance novels. The man was a well-to-do older gentleman who still believed in chivalry, while the female was a young, innocent naive girl down on her luck. Due to some tragic accident (death of a friend, loss of a job, medical issues), the female sub was tossed into the male Dom's life, needing his support. With nowhere to turn, she would succumb to his erotically twisted ways.
But that was just in the novels from what I could understand. It appeared to be more theory than practice and I had never seen practice until high school.
In high school, there was this couple that everyone seemed to like. I don't really know why but people just did. The male of the relationship was a rather shy geeky boy whereas his girlfriend was viewed as this attractive goddess. Most people, even myself, were confused on how they were dating. Was he blackmailing her? Was she a girl who was ugly before but got hot without upping her self-esteem? No one knew.
I mostly tried to stay away from people in the 'in' crowd at school. I believed them to be pretentious little shits who lived off of mummy and daddy's money. And for the most part, I was correct. So you can honesty feel the confusion I got when the nerdy, shy counterpart of the relationship talked to me.
It was in detention of all places. Me, a ball of 38 flavors of teenage angst decided to bad mouth my math teacher because she wanted to drop a letter grade for me not showing up at an 'optional' class event.
The nerdy boy was there for reasons unknown but my math teacher glared at him with the same hatred she glared at me with. She'd do that infamous 'Breakfast Club' monitor act where she acted all big and bad then disappeared for hours on end. So I was alone with him, doing quadratic equations.
I soon fell bored because I fucking hate math and my teacher was a bitch, so I tried talking to him. But with my socially awkward nature, I didn't say 'hi', I said "Does it ever bother you that people don't think you're good enough for your girlfriend?"
He stopped doing his set of questions and looked at me confused. I don't know if he figured I couldn't speak or if the questioned puzzled him. A few seconds passed for the question to set in and he laughed. Now I was the one with a puzzled look on my face.
"If only those assholes knew," He replied with a smile.
"Knew what?" I pretended to answers more math problems.
He sat there and explained his relationship with his girlfriend. He said he grew up with her and noticed she had some interesting personality traits. He said she had trouble dating men in the past because they saw her as clingy, whiney and too much of a hassle. With him, he felt like that wasn't the case. He loved her personality traits and quirks but then the conversation became weird. He started to talk about how he loved making his girlfriend into this unattainable love object. He explained that he loved when men lusted and desired his girlfriend. Now to me, this sounded really really fucking weird so I stopped asking questions but he kept going. He explained that she had some power over them and he had power over her. Through the transitive property, he had power over them. I asked if his girlfriend was okay with being some dolled up piece of meat and he said she loved it. In my prude closed-mindedness, I didn't or couldn't understand, for the life of me, what he was saying. So he explained more, as simple as he could until my teacher came back.
I never really talked to him after that. Sure, I saw him again but we never talked.
I don't know why.
