I saw a picture of a college-aged Bernie Sanders. And, wow, he was super hot. (And I am not alone in thinking that.) Bernie also went to the University of Chicago, which spawned many right-leaning free market intellectuals. I always loved that juxtaposition.
So my idea for a story: First, I would like this to take place in the 1960s. Second, I would be a rare woman faculty member. I am a renowned economics/poli sci prof with a focus area on capitalist development in Latin America. My husband is also on the faculty. He is a renowned superstar and consults with both big corporations and conservative politicians.
You are a student. You are well-known for being an ardent socialist. You are a great student but incredibly pompous and arrogant in your worldview.
One day, I tell you that I want to speak with you after class in my office. When there, I show you the new abstract of a paper I am writing. It is co-authored with you. And it is entitled “The Socialist Miracle of Centralists America.” And I tell you how you have convinced me of the err of my ways.
You have made me a socialist.
In terms of physicality: I have very strict limits. Do not expect anything more than oral and intercourse. But there is definitely a sub/don component to it. Some ideas:
As part of my indoctrination, you have me approve my syllabus and reading list for future semesters.
You take me over my desk while forcing me to read some of your favorite authors and/or critique past favorites of mine.
I become the chair of the department. Little does anyone know who I truly belong to. The ego and power you must feel from that.
You show me how the working class lives by having me clean your apartment and tend to you like a servant.
Finally, my husband is earning some big faculty award. I am to introduce him. Everyone expects a glowing speech. Instead, I denounce his world view and announce my new belief and leave with you.
Any takers?
