I never had normal sex in high school. I isolated myself as a teen because I couldn't "go with the flow." I was grunge kid, when all my friends wanted to be thugs. I wore flannel and holey jeans and rocked out to Nirvana, when my friends were wearing baggy pants and rapping to Biggie. It got to a point where I didn't really click with the cool kids, yet I wanted a bit more status than what being a geeky kid offered. This caused me to be a bit of a tweener. All through high school, I was cool enough to have the cute popular girls come over and fuck, but I wasn't quite cool enough to be seen in the quad with or go on dates. This created a lot of confusion.
The nature of my "status" led to me not creating any sort of attachments. Any time I came close to liking someone, either I would suddenly lose all interest because of the nature of our relationship, or because they wanted someone seen as cooler. My detachment led to some of my earliest Dom experiences. Many of these experiences happened because I knew they wanted me and I was able to barter to get my way.
One such instance was my first time. It was actually a threesome. We were young and stupid and thought it was a good idea to skip school and get drunk. We were all lying in bed, my girlfriend at the time making out and petting each other. My other friend, now I know her type to be submissive, but back then I just knew she would do whatever I wanted. She was a bit reluctant when I told her to undress, but she did it without uttering a word. She was even more reluctant when I told her to blow me. Of course she complied.
What I learned from my first time, was that I enjoyed directing and giving orders. I also learned that I liked watching those orders followed through. Many years later, I was out one night and ran into that submissive girl again. She had moved off and had come back into town for the holidays and was out with her friends (several of which were the ones that had thought themselves better than me in high school). She and I wound up going to a dive bar together and talking. After many drinks the conversation turned to our first time, and the other sexual experiences we had with each other. By this time, I was fully aware of my dominant tendencies and had started to explore them. She confided in me that was some of the best sex she had ever had, and proceeded to hint that she wanted more. She informed me that her friends were already at home and that I was responsible for her well being.
At this point I asked her if she truly knew what she was asking. Playing coy she smiles and takes a sip of her wine.
"Take your panties off," I whispered in her ear.
She looks at me with that same reluctant look I had seen many years before.
"Right here?" she asked "Or can I go to the bathroom?"
"Right here's fine," I say.
After a quick look around she pushes close to the bar and slips them off. Unsure what to do with them she clutches them in her hand, carefully trying not to expose any part of them for others to see.
"Sit on them," I ordered.
She complied, unsure the significance of what I was telling her.
I look to the bartender and tell him to close my tab out. He gives me a slight nod along with a sliver of a smile. He had seen what was going on and knowing me, knew what I was doing.
As we got up to leave she instinctively reached for her panties. I caught her hand.
"No," I said. "Leave them."
She complied.
Later on, she laid at the foot of the bed exhausted. Several times she had started to ask a question. I had wanted her to verbalize it. To form the words and speak her thoughts. She wasn't used to having to be direct. I liked that a simple idea could make her squirm. I liked seeing her olive tone cheeks darken and her look away. She dare not look me in the eyes.
Finally, she shook herself to, and turned to look directly at me. "What's the deal with my panties," she asked in a forceful and rehearsed manner then quickly cast her look away.
"It had nothing to do with the panties at all," I offered. "It was more about seeing if you would do as you were told."
She smiled, looked back and me and cocked her head. "But why?"
"Easy," I said. "I wanted press you a bit. See how you responded. I wanted you to linger in the unnatural feeling of not having your panties."
"You were testing me?" she said through a giggle. "All of it?"
"All of it," I confirmed.
I let the thought play in her mind. I don't think it fully clicked for her. I wasn't going to connect the dots or explain any further.
"Did you like it?" I asked.
She gave me a sly smile.
"I did," she said in a hushed tone that just barely audible. "I feel like you opened a door or something."
"Or something..." I said.
As a Dom, I feel we learn best when we are challenged. Some of the greatest experiences of my life have come when I have been pressed to do something I was unsure of. For her, a women whose life had been filled with boring and mundane sex, I pushed open a door that she had been searching for. I gave her acceptance of those deep dark thoughts she had when it was just her and her imagination. I showed her the pleasure that can come from straying outside of what's considered the norm. For one night she was my sub, but it's one night that fundamentally changed her outlook on sex.