“Yes. First of all, I don’t get it. You would have to put a gun to my head to tie me up. I would completely freak out.”
“Did you enjoy it from the other side?” Cindy asked.
“To be honest, I would have had more fun if they weren’t tied up.”
“Why did you do it, then?”
“Brook. She and I had a talk, and she told me she likes to see me ‘take’ other women,” I said, putting it as delicately as I could.
“You mean, she likes to watch you dominate other women?”
I took a deep breath.
“Yes.”
“I bet you don’t mind,” she speculated.
“Do I like pleasing women in bed? Hell, yes. I want them to be ruined for other men. On the other hand, almost all the time, I would rather it just be Brook.”
“So, you only do it to please her?”
“I hadn’t really thought about it,” I said, getting frustrated. “You know how I grew up. You’re supposed to find one woman and live happily ever after, and with Brook, I could do that.”
“But?”
“Does there have to be a but?” I asked.
“No, not really,” she said. “Do you mind if I weigh in with my take?”
“Please do. I look at you as both a friend and mentor. I would like to know what you think.”
“First of all, thank you. That means a lot to me,” she said.
“I’m totally serious. You were the one who turned me into someone that girls are willing to date. I’ll never forget that. Not all seniors would have taken the time to help a freshman boy.”
“Okay. I think what’s going on with you and Brook is a separate discussion.”
“Is it something bad?” I asked.
“No, but I have some insight into what she’s going through. I just don’t want to confuse you more with the other stuff,” she explained.
“You mean, like tying up girls?”
“Like that,” she agreed. “First of all, I need to say something that you don’t want to hear.”
“Then don’t tell me,” I suggested.
“No can do,” she said, and I prepared for the worst. “You’re special, and girls know that.”
“Special ed?” I asked.
“Sometimes, but I’m trying to be serious here. You’re a leader, and every guy I know defers to you.”
“Uncle John labeled me an Alpha Male type of personality,” I shared.
“Well, you have that in spades. You’re a handsome, young, charismatic, well-known, popular celebrity. You have insulated yourself with family and friends, so you don’t realize the effect you have on the women of the world.”
“Oh, come on. You know me,” I said. “I’m just a guy who’s gotten lucky.”
“Let me give you two examples as to how I know you’re wrong. Take your meeting with my professors and the other students when we all first met. Everyone in the room was senior to me, and I was nervous that they wouldn’t take me seriously.
“You walked into the room, and they all were instantly drawn to you. I remembered watching your interaction with them and suddenly realized that I could never pull that off. I’d known most of them for a couple of years, and they had more respect for you than anyone else there, and you’d never met them.
“The funny part was that since they found out that you respected me, they all now look up to me. Somehow, the leadership you’d instantly won with that group was transferred to me. And that was your doing, not mine. It was empowering, but even as I felt it, I also knew that you and your actions were the source of that empowerment. And I didn’t even mind because it felt right that you’d done it.
“The other example is Kevin,” she said.
“Your boyfriend?” I asked.
“That’s the one,” she agreed. “He talks about you all the time like you’re his best friend. Kevin leads the Ohio State defense. They elected him a team captain, and he doesn’t talk about any of his teammates the way he talks about you.”
“Okay. I get that I possess some leadership skills,” I said to tone this all down. “But why the big buildup?”
“Submissive girls will be drawn to you like moths to a flame,” she said, and then laughed when I groaned. “In fact, they’ll probably all but throw themselves at you.”
“You can’t be serious.”
“Oh, but I am. Let’s talk about Groper. I would bet you big money that she doesn’t think of herself as submissive,” Cindy said.
“What are you talking about?” I asked.
“Not all submissives are willing to admit that side of their personality or are even aware of it,” she explained.
“Is this like being gay and in denial?” I asked.
“That’s an excellent analogy. Not all submissives have come out of the closet, and some don’t even realize they’re in one. I put to you that Groper is a submissive, and she manipulated you into dominating her.”
“Oh, for shit’s sake,” I blurted. “What am I supposed to do with that information?”
“You’re acting like this is a bad thing.”
“Well, I don’t want to take advantage of someone,” I responded.
“Did Groper act like you did something wrong to her? Did she run crying after you made her climax like a madwoman?” Cindy baited me.
“You know what I mean.”
Cindy sighed in frustration.
