Annie and I have known each other forever. We first dated in high school, and when I look back, some of my earliest memories of her dominating me happened before either of us really had the vocabulary to describe what our relationship was becoming.
One of those happened after I’d been given detention for skipping classes. I was stuck there for an hour after my last class. My last class that day was PE, and frankly, I didn’t see any reason to hit the showers afterward. I hated those open showers where everyone could see everything, so I changed and headed straight toward detention.
Annie intercepted me before I got there and told me I needed to come into the restroom with her first. I checked the time. I still had about ten minutes before I was supposed to report, so sure, whatever. I followed her.
That’s when I discovered she had a plan.
She reached into my gym shorts and started stroking me. Within a few minutes I was fucking rock hard and getting dangerously close to finishing. Naturally, that was precisely when Annie stopped, pulled her hand away, and stepped back.
I just stared at her.
She smiled. I’ll always remember what she said: “Bad boys get detention. See you later.”
And she fucking left.
So there I was, already being punished for skipping class, now walking into an hour-long detention with an erection that Annie had deliberately given me and absolutely no opportunity to do anything about it. I remember sitting there thinking about how incredibly unfair the whole thing was.
Looking back now, though, I recognize something else about that afternoon. Annie was already figuring me out. She knew exactly how to take control, exactly how far she could push me, and exactly how much she’d enjoy leaving me frustrated while she walked away laughing.
We didn’t call it domination back then.
It was just Annie being Annie.
And apparently I’ve been fucked ever since.
Zeek I love this story! The thought of you sitting there in detention, frustrated, while Annie went on her way is wonderful!