In college, they called him The Hawk.
Dominus had a superhuman, almost supernaturally dominant personality. As a kid, he always led other boys like a captain his crew. Once he hit puberty, he started having these strange dreams, in which he was a superhuman monster, chasing and devouring women. Once in college, he fucked around with every woman he desired. At first, he found the idea of equality between the sexes quite silly. On the one hand, he knew he didn't want a wife, nor love, nor any of those strange sounding things; women were just the objects of his desire, and he wanted to fulfill said desire.
On the other hand, he saw as obvious that women desired to be dominated too. Whenever he approached one, he could see it in her eyes; she craved him, she craved surrendering herself to him. Then, he realized this was an exception: it was
him
who felt sex this way, it was
him
that women longed to submit too. Looking at other men- of course women cried for equality, of course they felt unsatisfied otherwise! Those men couldn't give women what he had. Of course, some men had this masculine, dominant essence more than others; but it was as if he was the very incarnation of this magic women wished to submit to.
He further cemented this idea when he started fucking other men's girlfriends. The Hawk didn't do it out of malice. Since he didn't understand the desire for a wife, for a single woman to devote your life to, he couldn't understand either why a man would get hurt by such an act. It was not that he disregarded treason or didn't value loyalty (how loyal he was to his "troops", whatever the context!), it was that such an act never felt like treason to him. If another man took a woman that he had previously fucked, what was it to him, if he wasn't giving her any current use? A different matter was if he was in the middle of something. If he was accompanied by a woman, and some other man tried flirting, violence would ensue; or at least, violence
would
ensue if the Hawk didn't have such a terrifying presence that most men chose to flee immediately after realizing their mistake.
He finally understood the problem by analogy when he acquired his first long-term possession, his first slave. It was a fine arts student which he had brought home one night. She made him the finest of dinners. Next day, he cooked him an amazing breakfast. He was so happy that asked her to stay and cook him lunch. This woman was so good with the kitchen, that in the end he basically had her stay with him indefinitely. With the innocence of a wild beast, he had realized that this woman added something to his life more than casual sexual satisfaction: she had a useful everyday purpose. He didn't want to let her go. And so, his dominant presence was so overwhelming that, in the end, that woman abandoned her studies and her family and made serving him her whole life.
The Hawk was rightfully called so. He was an imperial bird of prey, who would've been far happier as a roman citizen than in modern times. His nickname was the reason he started studying and taking a liking to the Roman Empire. It gave him some ideas that went beyond sexual instinct. He knew he wanted no wife; he knew he desired women as objects of pleasure, but now that he had had this experience with the fine arts student, he also knew this: he wanted slaves. He wanted to be
Dominus Rei
, owner of objects. The life of a wealthy roman noble, owner of a big estate with conquered slaves laboring for him, seemed exactly right for his personality. He did not seduce that woman into slavery; he
conquered
her, he made her his, by pure spiritual power.
Like I said before, by analogy, he now understood what men felt for her girlfriends. They were sort of "theirs", like his slave. But now he understood other men even less. Many turned the other way. Others got angry or sad, but did nothing either. If he had trespassed into their property, why didn't they do anything about it? He knew how he would react if that happened. Out of all men who had suffered because of this (throughout college, probably more than thirty), only four tried to confront him.
He had reacted to all four confrontations with excitement, not understanding the situation: he lived them as if they were two lions fighting for control over the pride. One was so shocked by this glee, that he made the better judgment to turn away. Another was a dangerous man who confronted him with knifes and two friends. But they, too, run away from the apparent madman when the Hawk laughed at the perceived danger. The third he knocked out in one blow. The fourth- the fourth kept rising up. He was beaten to a pulp, but was still defiant. Dominus felt quite bad about that one. He saw in his eyes the bravery of a soldier fighting for something he loved. It made him feel off. Many years later, he would still go on and on, telling that story.
He was certain that that man was obviously scared, like all men would be against such a force of nature, but he kept fighting because he felt strong disgust for the Hawk, and wanted to show him his rage. And he did. It was that fight that made him understand that one could love a woman the way one could love victory or a good cause to die for; that those men were not fighting for control of the pride like he thought they were, but for something more. After that incident, he never again messed with another man's girlfriend. Once he became a millionaire, he tracked down that man, and gifted him half a million euros as a sign of respect, gratefulness and sorrow.
For all his brutality and primitivism, the Hawk had, ironically, a kind and innocent heart. He was a brutal monster; but he was an innocent monster. He simply was born that way, like a man out of a fairy tale, born of Mount Olympus. It was not a misogynistic and cruel philosophy; it was his honest nature.
By the time he finished college and started climbing the corporate ladder (which he did quickly and swiftly, thanks to his intelligence, his dedication and his ruthlessness) he had enslaved three women, all of whom lived in his apartment, all of whom had accepted, as a fact of life, that they had to share their man. They weren't there for the love; they were there for the supreme instinctual satisfaction of female submission, that they wouldn't be able to find in such a pure, ecstatic way anywhere else.
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In college, they called her the Snake Queen.
Domina had an enchanting personality. There was a certain magic, a certain mystery in the air in everything she did and spoke. Her voice would leave you spell-bound. She always got her way. As a kid, from her parents; later, from almost everyone.
But specially men. Oh, specially men. There was this aunt of hers she had always admired. This aunt was an elegant, gorgeous woman, whom the whole family agreed was the most beautiful 40+ year old woman they knew. Domina had always observed how women would wither after marriage, frustrated in melancholy. However, her aunt not only preserved her youthful beauty, but actually was even more attractive: it was as if aging, instead of withering her, had matured her like a fine wine.
