Please see substudent for her version of these events
It was a cool Fall day, the wind had started blowing the colorful leaves off the trees as the smell of smoke filled the air from distant fires providing warmth to houses. Fall in upstate New York was always the best and as winter break neared my heart grew more full knowing I would be visiting family often not seen. Before then however I had to finish my last review of a grad student i had been mentoring all year. It was nearing 3PM and was thinking how fast I hope this goes.
Wrap wrap wrap, I heard three loud knocks at my door. "Oh, hey Leslie, come on in. You look cold!" I said as Leslie came in all bundled up in a coat, scarf, sweater and boots. She stood 5'6", fairly curvy, definitely not thin but very attractive with medium length brown hair.
"Hey Professor G!" She replied. "I hope this is not bad I know everyone has just about left for the semester including us soon!"
The students always called my Professor G, short for George, not hard to say but somehow G stuck. Am in my mid-forties, married with a few kids and starting to show the normal signs of wear and tear, grey hair, occasionally painful joints from my sports days but still work out and look pretty good for my age I think.
"Leslie, how do you think this semester has gone?" I inquisitively asked.
"Great, got the opportunity to teach some classes I absolutely loved. The sociology of the middle America tribes was fascinating but one thing did stick out." She paused. "When we explored sexuality and society, I kind of got really interested in BDSM. It just seemed to click. I am naturally submissive, make everyone happy, etc." She went on about how this topic clicked with her in ways others had not.
"That is great, do you think this could be an area for your research next semester?" I asked.
"Yes, and have already started some maybe." She coyfully expressed. "I found someone who claims to be a daddy dom and we have been conversing and think he wants me to be his sub, but I know nothing of the lifestyle and it is so intriguing to me." She finished.
I thought for a minute for my reply. "You know this is not research, Leslie, that is real personal experience. How do you expect to translate this into real academic work?" I was puzzled.
She sat there and thought. She appeared kind of crushed by my words. "I am sorry I brought it up I just thought you could maybe help me navigate this world some since you taught the class. I need you as an advisor for that not my research focus." She looked at me like a lost puppy needing real help.
"Ok I have no problem, I am an old veteran of that lifestyle so I can help advise you but if I do so I will have to step down as your grad school mentor and be your lifestyle mentor. Is that what you would like." I asked.
"I want both but if I had to choose yes please help me, I like this guy and do not want to screw it up and also know how to respond." She offered.
We spent the rest of the time reviewing her semester and I went over her final grade and we agreed to sever our relationship at the University. We agreed to text over the break to guide her in her relationship with her to be dom and that we would meet up when we all got back.
"Hey Leslie, don't you live in Cleveland?" I remembered.
"Yeah, why?" She replied back.
"Oh I have to go through there on my way to and from my Parents maybe we can meet up while you are on break and I can get a status report." I let her know.
After that we split our ways and I wrapped up the office work and Leslie skipped ou of the office beaming it seemed.
Over the course of the next week or so we texted daily. She asked questions about communication and the aspects of being a good daddy dom and whether her new guy she was considering was doing those things consistently including a long chat about how he was not effectively communicating with her which never flies in these dynamics.
"Leslie, I will be stopping in Cleveland on my way to Michigan tomorrow, any free time to get together?" I texted.
