PART FOUR g – Training

  "Ooh. Little boy has a little checklist. Tell mommy all about it."

  "Little jokes about sex? That goes to chemistry. You did it first. I followed, went great. Check. I gotta figure out what you like to drink, and if I have to ask and guess wrong? Oh, it's just not right. You? Put your own bottle on the table. There. That's what I like to drink. Then? The nature of almost all the little jokes. Had a secret code. A theme. Call, answer. God that gave me tingles. Hoping. We have to drink together, I can't mess that up. You put a little gss in front of me. Here. I allow you to have some. Again, you did everything for me. And another secret coded theme joke. Called me sve, said you were going to take advantage of me. Ooh. More tingles. Hoping. Check, check, check."

  "Mm."

  "You grabbed my little checklist, and checked things off for me. You grabbed my hand and held it. Hand holding, check. Hanging on each other. You put your arm around me, and led me around and introduced me to people. You put your head on my shoulder. Check, check, check. First kiss? You grabbed me and kissed me. Check. I need to get some action though, or there's no chemistry, how am I going to… you led me to a dark secluded spot, and shoved me in the corner and made out with me. Check, check. Fuck. You grabbed my clipboard a couple times, checked shit off for me, now I only got one left. I need to sugar lips you into the next date. You… grabbed my hand, led me outside, and kissed me some more, then pretty much told me it was time for me to go home. I was told to text you when I got there, for the next date. Check. I'm a software engineer kinda guy. I can't argue with a new computer program I'm trying out, when it does the checklist for me."

  Washrag, magic washrag. Keep it moving. It has magical properties…

  "More. Mommy wants more… give your mommy what she wants, little boy…"

  "I was handed a full checklist. Told to go home, and report in with texting. Well… shutting up and doing what I'm told has gotten me this far… fuck it. Shut the fuck up and go home."

  "Mm hmm. You do realize, your location came up on my little phone when you texted or called. If you stayed, after I told you to go home? I knew. I watched your little dot run straight home. Most guys would have stayed there after I left, just because they can. The little girly girl was eyeing you up, to poach you off me when I left. I'm well known to go home early, any man I'm with at a sports mixer? Ripe for the plucking then. But you? No, you listened to your new mommy. I'm not exaggerating, either. You ran home, didn't you? You didn't have your bike, unless you caught a ride…"

  "I'm tingly all over, my hearts racing. I'm in shape. No… I ran home and wanted to text you and see about that second date, before something comes up and fucks my shit up."

  Washrag…

  "So. You… had no problems with your sports girl, making all the decisions for you, did you? I keep asking you, how did it make you feel. Tell mommy."

  "Oh. The nature of the… jokes and innuendo. Swats. Sve jokes. Taken advantage of. I'm doing my happy dance. Now, did this feel different? Oh yeah. It was weird. But… I got this checklist done for me. Second date? You handled it. I mean, you made me pick. I picked coffee, my standard thing. You suggested where to go."

  "I did. How did that date go?"

  "Hell. You told me what date and time, and where to show up. I remember you telling me don't be te. How did that feel? Weird. Different. But whatever. Checklist rolling. More… themed little jokes. You smiled a lot. You led me through conversations. You touched my arm and my hand a lot. I'm supposed to be maintaining body contact, keeping the innuendo going. You did it all for me, I didn't have to do a thing. Another full checklist handed to me. Just sign here. I remember you even went up and ordered for us, and brought me food and coffee back. I started to give you money, you told me to shut up and eat."

  "Mm hmm. And what did you do…"

  "Full checklist. You were just getting started hinting we should pn the next date, so… look at your checklist, shut the fuck up and let it happen. I mean, I'm noticing a trend."

  "My girlfriend works there. Girl from the psych department in my csses. I, get free coffee and fountain drinks and side dishes when she's working. As long as its nice and busy so no one notices. So yeah. Be here at this day, this time, don't be te. Money? I already knew where you lived, and could figure out your budget. I wasn't interested in your money. You didn't seem to have any problems letting me handle everything else. You seemed to like it. So yeah… it was my turn to pick. Mommy set up the now magical third date. I told you in advance, it was our big weekend."

  "You… made all the decisions. You…"

  "Say it. Go on."

  "You… decided it was time to have sex. You… conveniently took me away for a long weekend. You basically told me. This day. This time. I'll pick you up here. Be there. Have a bag packed, for this many days."

  "And what did you do?"

  "Well, the object of the checklist? Is to get some. Once again, you told me what to do. I just had to pack my bag, and show up on time. Knowing, what was going to go on. You… basically told me, I was going to put out now. Be prepared."

  Magic washrag. Clockwise, always clockwise. My magic wand.

  "Mm. My little boy is getting it all now. And how did it go when we got there? Summarize for mommy."

  "You… small talked me, kept touching my arm, my hand. More jokes, more innuendo. You'd already told me, I was going to put out, so. Once again, throw the checklist out, all I gotta do is be there, and shut up and smile and wait to be…"

  Washrag. Clockwise. Always, always clockwise.

  "Say it. Wait to be… what."

  "I'm basically showing up. Waiting to be… fucked."

  "Hmm. That's right. I'll handle all the details. Just show up, and I'll fuck you when I'm ready. And, how did that little mystery go, hmm? Your gym boys advice work there at all, I wonder…"

  "Uh, yeah. Right. By that time? I'd thrown out the rule book. I want that st check mark. Sex. You got that covered. Yep, all your paperwork's in order. Sign here. You'll be fucked when she's ready for you. How will I know its time? Oh, don't worry. You won't miss it. Just sit tight."

  "Hmm. An accurate assessment, all humor aside, really. And tossing out the rule book with mommy? Probably one of the smartest things you could have done. How hard was it to take me by the hand, and lead me to the bnket, huh?"

  "You talked when you wanted to talk. You… kissed me when you wanted kissed. Then, after dark."

  "Go on. This is getting good."

  "Well. You had me listening to the radio. You brought up the… jokes."

  "I did."

  "You started the conversation. You told me, we were both making jokes. It was obvious. Then… you just threw it right out there. Next thing I know, you got us talking about it. Like we're discussing the weather."

  "What did I get us talking about?"

  "Birthday swats. Towel snaps. I'm pretty sure you mentioned, that a naked butt was more fun to snap a towel on. Next thing I know, we went from the usual jokes we do, to you get us talking openly. You did it a couple times. I did it once or twice. You said we both made the same jokes as feelers. Now? Why not have some fun, we both did it. I'm like holy shit, it can't be this easy, but… I forget exactly how it came about, somehow touching the radio became the signal."

  "You were in that conversation with the radio, we both were. It was another conversation I… steered in the right direction. Did you have to ask for it? Not really. I know you're going to be shy about it at first. Touch the radio. You'll get your swats. You touched that radio and smiled. You got your swats quick, didn't you?"

  "I did."

  "Uh huh. I had no idea if you were going to want more than the usual, fun love pats. But if you do, just touch the radio again… you touched it not soon after. You couldn't wait. You wanted some marks you could see. You were all excited to finally, get what your naughty compulsion had been showing you pictures of. Got what you wanted, hmm? Tell me."

  "You… had me over the hood of the car. Naked butt. Little game of not moving my hands. You even gave me a few… hard ones, so I could see if I wanted that. I remember… you ordering me around. Finishing me off. You even made me fuck you like you wanted. A rough ride."

  "Yes. How did all that make you feel."

  "It was strange. It was different. You… just knew what I wanted, and gave it to me. You asked if I'd ever been tied up. The third naked butt swats would be the hard ones you previewed for me. You… had a little game of getting more out of me. You just told me, I'd need tied up. I won't lie. I was into this too. I couldn't believe you liked it, and weren't just being nice seeing what I wanted. I… didn't want this to end, so. I figured if I gave you more, you could have all the fun doing it, you wanted. I… wanted to be your thing for that. Wanted you to know, I was there."

  "We both wanted something that's hard to find, and harder to ask for. Embarrassing to ask for it. I had no idea how much you'd go for. I'd never been that far down the road. You kept asking."

  "Then you just told me I was your boyfriend now. Like, oh yeah its Friday night, and by the way? You're my boyfriend. Get used to it. We'll start doing this every time."

  "I did. I also remember telling you, that when we got back? I got this free luxury townhouse. I'm allowed to have one guest stay in my room any night I want. You're it. You'll be moving in by the end of the month. We're top level starting athletes. Free housing. Dietitians at this level, give us all the best nutrition to work out on that a person could ask for. You like to work out. Luxury townhouse. Best free food, all we can eat. Hey, you get to peep on eye candy. You get to see my team mates, running around in the their T shirts and underwear every day and all night. A month? I think it took a week."

  "You… as long as I keep the rule book thrown out? You take care of everything."

  "I do. I told you my pns for us to do grad school, probably get doctorates too. I even told you. You don't cheat on me? You don't pick up and leave? I'll just tell you when its time to get married. If I get the first good job between the two of us? I honestly want to get us a little farmhouse. Privacy, for obvious reasons. I want you to finish your work, not worrying about anything. I think it might be important, I wanna see it happen. If I can make it happen? I will."

  "All I have to do, is shut up and enjoy it."

  "That's about it. If you have a better pn for us? Tell me, I'm all ears. We'll discuss it. Do… you have such a pn?"

  "No."

  "Does it bother you? Are you enjoying things the way they are. They way they're going. You looking forward to us having our own townhouse to ourselves, for our graduate school time?"

  "I… couldn't come up with a better pn. And, you know I love the whole deal."

  More magic washrag. Clockwise, always clockwise.

  "Now. You touched the radio as many times as you wanted. You? Started asking for… more. All eager, like you were that first night in the woods. I gave it to you, didn't I?"

  "Yes. Were you making a little pun, you gave it to me?"

  "Oh. Good one. But, you asked for it. I studied it. Made sure you wanted it. Here we are. You seem to be having more fun than ever, am I right?"

  "You seem to always be right."

  "Does mommy seem to be right? Or is mommy just right. You're free to answer either way, no official penalty. We're in the tub."

  "Mommy is just right."

  "Thank you. Now then. Let me recap. From the moment we met, I said yes before you finished your sentence. I handled the entire checklist. Second, third date. I told you it was time for sex. We know how that went. I told you, that you were my boyfriend now. You were moving in. It all made perfect sense. We're probably doing grad school, then if this goes well that long? I'll just tell you its time to get married. Notice anything strange about me?"

  "You… made every decision from day one. I couldn't get a better result if I tried. Why fight it. I even get all the… kinky fantasy sex I could ask for. Bored millionaires, don't have it as good as I have it. I love you, I'm a lucky man."

  "Thank you. I feel like a very lucky girl. I love you too. Now, just answer me this. What am I?"

  "Oh. Well, you're obviously… dominant to me."

  "I am. And you? What are you."

  "I'm submissive to you."

  "Do we both seem to like it?"

  "We sure seem to."

  "Now. Don't take this the wrong way. Its not a put down. You'll see why in a minute. If you were allowed to tell all the guys at the gym. All about us. They would say… something along the lines of… she sure wears the pants. My god, Wiz. Dude, she's pnned out your whole life, in a couple weeks. Why don't you just wear a saddle, and let her ride you around town. Be the man, Wiz. You're being the bitch. How am I doing here…"

  "I think we both know that's… more or less what would go on."

  "In case you wondered? I'd get teased, about as bad, for… my part I py. I'd get the opposite thing, but the same thing, from all my girls. We're even that way."

  "We are."

  "Question. Have you ever once been with a girl like me? Dominant like this."

  "Never. You? Are my first."

  "What people would say aside, how's it going. Between us."

  "Well… perfect, so far."

  "Okay, back to the… pop psychology vocabury. I'm not dominant. That's just the yman's buzz word. I'm dominant sexually. Now, to the yman, that brings up the notion, that I'm into whips and chains, and I wear high leather boots and whip naughty little boys."

  "Well… you kinda do."

  "Yes. But let me expin. Being sexually dominant? To a real professional, that doesn't mean I'm, whip girl in bed. What it means, is that I like to be in charge of the retionship. From the moment we met? I lead the conversations. I make decisions. And yes, I choose what I want in the bedroom. That doesn't mean all dominant people are the one with the whip. It means I'm in charge, naturally. What we are with how we enjoy sex? That's a totally different cssification. I'm a top, you're a bottom. It just happens to line up with most people's yman's understanding of the words dominant and submissive. Me and you? Could just as easily have ended up with you putting me over your knee, and I enjoy it. Does that confuse you?"

  "It seems… it sounds…"

  "I know. Sexually dominant, don't let the word sex throw you. Sexually, to a professional, refers to the man and woman's retionship. Sex orientation? Is different. I could just as easily have been a bottom, and you a top. I would be in charge of the bedroom and the retionship just the same, except I'd have been directing you we would py those roles. I would be directing you, to top me. I would demand, to be your bottom."

  "I'll have to take your word for it."

  "Pop psych buzzword bingo bullshit has everyone outside the field, full of misconceptions. Now, it felt strange and different to you, when I took the lead and made decisions for us… simply because you're not used to that. But you admit, its just right for us. It feels right, yes?"

  "Sure."

  "Now. Most men, are sexually dominant. Most women? Are sexually submissive. That's in the retionship. That's in making decisions. That's why, all the traditional advice we both hear? Doesn't work for us, like it does for everyone else. It doesn't mean, I think I'm a man, and you act like a woman. I'm not the least little bit lesbian, and you're the farthest thing from a fruity boy as you can get. The only reason, we both like to keep this a secret? Is because we don't want to hear all the bullshit from everyone."

  "Okay. But… you're an alpha, in the retionship, and in our naughty sex games. I'm your… beta both ways."

  "Yeah, that's why we're having this conversation. More pop psych buzzword bingo. Alpha and Beta? Are personality cssifications. Totally different arena. Now, everyone knows that the Alpha is the leader. The Beta is the follower. A few men are alpha men, the rest are betas. They're the followers, the rest of the pack, right?"

  "Yeah. Its obvious. Look at the big guy, the rich successful guy. Alphas rule. They attract betas to follow them around."

  "Yeah. In buzzword bingo. So, you get all these how to score with babes, bullshit courses. How to be the alpha, and unlock your true potential, your keys to the kingdom. Its all snake oil. You can learn to imitate an alpha, but, it'll never st. Your personality cssification? Its a combination of things. Mostly how you're brain's wired, how your chemicals regute. Its genetic. Alphas are born, not made. Betas are born, not… beat up and go into beta mode. Its genetic. You probably think, because I direct the retionship, make all the decisions, and it works… that I'm an alpha female. You probably think, that because I put you over my knee for naughty time, that again, that's more proof that I'm an alpha female, right?"

  "Well…"

  "Not my personality type. Outside of my personal retionship with a boy? I'm not dominant to the rest of the world. That's just in my private life. I'm not a beta, either. There's other personality types than just alpha and beta, everyone gets hung up on those two terms. You also probably think, that because I lead the retionship, and because you go over my knee, and we both like it that way, that you're the beta? Get ready for a shock. You're definitely not. You being submissive to me, in the retionship, you being my bottom during sex? Does not make you a beta. You have a completely different personality type. Sorry to shock you."

  "Really?"

  "I shit you not. You quit listening to the… radio pop psychology shows, you quit reading the bestsellers, and crack open a real university textbook? You'll see it."

  "I'm not an alpha. At best? I was the mascot. I know who the couple alphas were in the MP group, I was just a mascot. Now, my mentor? He's an alpha too. A quiet hard ass alpha."

  "No. You're all caught up, like everyone, in the type A, type B, alpha beta dichotomy. That's old news, its like 1982. There's lots more than just that now."

  "I'm just not an alpha. I can't possibly be. I'm just a beta that was taught to fight. I'm not a scary alpha, I don't even like to be scary, when I know I can. I prefer to avoid the whole bullshit game the rest of the children are pying."

  "No. You're no alpha. I've been… studying you, since we hooked up, very closely. Watching you carefully. Listening to all you tell me. I see how you react to different things. You're not an alpha… you, are actually something far, far scarier than any alpha could ever hope to be. You don't even know it. You? Get ready for a shock. But… you're the one thing that an alpha is terrified, of running afoul of."

  "What?"