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wondered from where his dominant persona had originated. Had it been nurtured into his profile or had it been innate and there from the beginning?
Except, according to Gillian’s story, he didn’t start by dominating. Quite the contrary, it would seem.
Jason had bullied Anthony as a child at their school—taunting, hitting where marks didn’t show, trying to assert himself over Anthony even though the older Jason was popular with his fellow pupils. Audrey found out—Gillian didn’t indicate how—and she punished Jason by asking the school to remove his prefecture status.
The private school Jason and his brother attended had been suspicious of Jason, fearing he used his status as house prefect to bully or tease, the skill a natural gift to Jason. Having his mother present the case against him put the school in a position to revoke his prefecture and hand it to another.
Jason had been very humiliated by the loss of prestige and returned to school without his badge of honour. Gillian chuckled at the image of a humbled Jason, brought down by his own mother. I read a different message—Audrey had given Jason a personal lesson about the power of humiliation and an experience he would never forget.
Audrey hadn’t stopped with one punishment. She had given Jason rules about how to interact with Anthony. No competitive games, and Jason had to help him with his homework, iron his brother’s school uniform, tidy Anthony’s bedroom once a week and, in return, Anthony had to show his gratitude by giving up a proportion of his pocket money to Jason for his services. If Jason didn’t perform the tasks, he received no pocket money.
He had effectively had acted as Anthony’s submissive. Jason would not have been a willing submissive. Quite the contrary, he would have hated being told what to do. From his experience, Jason had understood the submissive quality, to want to serve and please another, but he wouldn’t have empathised with the role because it didn’t make him happy. I suspected if he’d tried to fight back or use his notorious temper, his mother had increased the chores and docked his money further.
Anthony, according to Gillian, resented giving his money up because what Jason had been required to do for him didn’t give him anything he wanted—a tidy room and ironed clothes were not at the top of a teenager’s list of desirables. The arrangement pleased their mother to no end. When he was older, I imagined Jason had worked out Audrey’s true intention had been to keep the boys apart, occupied, and dependent on each other in some way, plus chores were accomplished. Both of the boys were doing things that satisfied their mother, not them. She became Jason’s role model—the natural Dominant who probably had no idea she had managed to both humiliate and control her sons.
At some point in his life, Jason developed a fascination with control and submission, and I speculated its roots lay in his mother’s attitude towards him.
Gillian sniggered. “He learnt his lesson and stopped bullying.”
Or had he? According to the ongoing tale, instead of teasing, he’d asked his fellow pupils to do things in return for “benefits”—tangible or intangible—the privilege of hanging out with a popular teenager like Jason. A troupe of devotees followed him around, and he’d practiced his fledging leadership skills on them, discovering what worked and what didn’t.
“The man was destined to be a leader, but how close he came to being expelled. Imagine!” Gillian ended her recounting.
I guess some of it had come from Anthony’s own lips, and maybe he’d embellished the story. More likely Jason’s youngest brother, Michael, had filled in the minor details. Michael adored his older brother, and he’d balanced out the bias. Nobody had told me, of course. The Lucas family kept its secrets tight to its chest. Gillian, although an outsider like me, must have winkled it out of the brothers over time.
I’d always thought the young Jason, with no awareness of a lifestyle based on dominating others, had become a Dominant through his sexual liaisons. Now, my opinion shifted. Without the early lesson in humility, he might have become aggressive, but his mother, perhaps unwittingly, had introduced the idea of managing his temper and his need to exert his authority over others by using other techniques—her innocuous style of parenting.
Jason must have enjoyed the power it gave him. From school, he’d gone to practise his dominance on his fellow students at university. I ventured he’d been an excellent advocate during his legal studies, a popular captain of the cricket team, and he had encouraged others to follow him in his competitive pursuits.
The sadist remained though, but upon his sexual awakening, he’d redirected it, turning the desire into acceptable gratification rather than power play for no purpose. Jason didn’t need to bully anybody. He had learnt the art of domination without retribution from his chosen consenting companions. Submissives, who revelled in the attention, the control and the pleasure of letting go. People like me.
Once home, I concentrated on my little man whom I’d neglected for most of the day. I sent Clara home with a big thank you for taking care of him at short notice. Announcing it was time for his bath, Joshua clambered up the stairs on his own, and we had a fun time bursting bubbles. In the midst of play, he said, “Mummy,” not “mumumum” but a definite, “Mummy.” Elated, I gave him a big kiss.
After he nodded off in his cot, I rang my parents and told them the news. Somebody had to hear about it.
As my mother burbled on about her day, with a heart-stopping thump, I remembered Jason’s instructions. It was already past seven o’clock!
“Sorry, Mum, have to dash. Forgot to do something.” I hung up on her bewildered good-bye.
I threw off my clothes and decided I would go for the pleasing sexy approach for his welcome-home greeting. I hitched up white lacy stockings—slight snag behind the knee but I didn’t have time to fuss with it—and suspenders. I abandoned the knickers and opted for an ivory corset, which sat underneath my breasts, pushing them into a prominent position.
The trouble with corsets was doing them up on my own. I managed to pull the laces together, but insufficiently to draw in my waistline. The clock ticked on the tallboy. A resounding noise, which hampered my concentration. Examining myself in the mirror, I knew he’d find the cinching unacceptable. I had to repeat the process of tightening and tying the loops behind my back. Finally, I slipped on high heels and bundled my hair into a bun.
I clattered down the stairs and stood in the hallway. I could see, through the frosted glass, the outline of his Austin Martin on the driveway. I knelt, rested my trembling hands on my thighs and attempted to control my breathlessness.
Jason stood over me, swinging his briefcase.
“Master. Welcome home.” I kissed the shiny caps of his patent-leather shoes with quivering lips.
“I’m glad you remember what I asked you to do. I like the corset—it is a pleasing addition to your appearance.”
Thank goodness! “Thank you, Sir. Would you like your dinner?”
He sniffed. The smell of food wafted out of the kitchen. “Yes. I take it Brooks has provided the dish?”
I took his laptop case from him, propping it by the stairs ready to take to his study. “I didn’t have time to sort anything out. Bath time was rather exciting with Joshua.” I tottered towards him on my ridiculous high heels.
“Oh, why?”
