Prof. Silas Cooper

Silas was a perpetually ill child. He spent most of his childhood and youth in and out of the hospital. He spent a great deal of time being schooled at home.

Silas was awkward and shy as a boy, never quite sure of how to be with other children. He was infinitely more comfortable talking to adults or lost in his favourite fields of study.

In his early 20s, an experimental treatment allowed Silas to live, for the first time, a normal life.

However, social interactions were never his forte. Instead, he focused on his education, eventually earning his PhD in Philosophy

He became a professor of Philosophy at UCLA, loving the west coast sunshine and being far from the chilly climate of his youth.

It was in one of his advanced lectures that one of his students wrote an interesting paper on kink and the philosophy of dominance and submission and its application in a post-feminist universe

It triggered something in Silas and he began to discreetly explore. He would often travel considerable distances to go to clubs or meet up with paid professionals willing to educate him.

It opened something for him, something he could not have put into words but it gave him immense pleasure. After trying out a few things, he figured out he was a Dominant. And in his typical fashion, he educated himself into being a particularly excellent one. He did not form lasting relationships with any particular submissive, but several friendships where he would often perform such roles for his partners.

Then she happened. She shouldn’t have happened but she did.

It was a small club in New York with an exclusive membership. He had been an out of town guest of one of the regular members. He and his friend had put on a scene as a sort of titlating demonstration, fairly typical for the venue. She had been in the audience. Afterwards, she approached him and began to flirt with him. It had been amusing but Silas had not taken it seriously. After all, she had been very young, barely above legal age at the time.

Then, to his surprise, there she was in the front row of his class that autumn.

The flirtations did not stop but still he resisted. He did not mess around with his students and he made that quite clear. He would not, under any circumstances, do anything to infringe upon his tenure position or his carefully cultivated life.

Four years passed and every year she took at least one of his classes.

Finally she graduated and he felt oddly bereft. For all his resistance, she had been witty and interesting. She contributed to class and always made him think or laugh. It turned out the inside was just as lovely as the exterior. He would miss her.

Or so he thought.

Precisely thirty days to the day after her graduation, as he was packing for a sabbatical, she showed up on his doorstep, carrying a suitcase and her passport. Wherever he was going, she was coming. She wasn’t a student anymore and she was bound and determined to have him as her Dominant. For good.

In retrospect, it was a little embarrassing how quickly he carried her off to his bed. Her suitcase barely made it inside his door. Her charming little outfit mostly survived his hasty efforts to strip her down.