Back to School Week has me remembering all the fucked-up things that happened to me while I was in school.

I’ve already told the story of my first cuckolding experience at prom, but recently I started thinking about a woman I dated for about three months in college. The relationship didn’t last long. She eventually dumped me for a football player, which in retrospect feels like an incredibly appropriate ending to this particular chapter of my submissive education. But before that happened, she taught me quite a bit about myself.

She was an athlete, and a damn good one. She was on the women’s basketball team, incredibly confident, competitive, and very aware of the effect she had on me. I loved watching her play, so sometimes I’d sit in the bleachers during practice doing homework while she finished up. One night she’d stayed late with two of her teammates. Eventually she called me down and told me to follow her. Usually that meant I’d walk with her as far as the locker room and wait outside until she changed.

Not that night.

She grabbed me and pulled me inside with her. Her two teammates were still there, and I immediately realized from the looks on their faces that I was not accidentally wandering somewhere I wasn’t supposed to be. My girlfriend had apparently decided it was time to demonstrate something about our relationship.

Specifically, how much fucking control she had over me.

She stripped in front of me and, with her friends watching, commanded me to kneel and go down on her. There wasn’t some big discussion or dramatic buildup. She gave the order, and I dropped to my knees and served her. She’d just finished basketball practice, so this was definitely not some freshly showered, perfume-commercial version of the experience either. She was sweaty, intense, and completely unapologetic about expecting me to please her exactly as she was.

And apparently that was the point.

She wasn’t trying to share me with her friends. She wasn’t inviting them to join us. In fact, knowing her, she probably would have gotten pissed if either one had tried. She was possessive as hell. What she wanted was an audience. She wanted her teammates to see that the guy she’d brought into their locker room would kneel when she told him to kneel and enthusiastically serve her while they watched.

And holy fuck, did that dynamic work on me.

Some guys reading this are probably thinking the story would have been better if all three women had taken turns with me. Nope. That would have been a completely different story. What made this one stick in my head all these years later was that I wasn’t there for three women.

I was there for her.

Her friends were there to witness it.

Looking back, I think that’s one of the moments when I really started understanding that humiliation and exhibition could be part of submission for me. I wasn’t embarrassed because I’d been caught doing something. I’d been deliberately displayed doing it by the woman I was dating because showing off her control over me amused her.

The relationship lasted about three months.

The lesson apparently lasted considerably fucking longer.