Domini Nostri Ch 02

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.

Domina knew why: her husband adored her. He was always looking at her as in a trance, he was always kissing her arms with desire. One day, while in college, she made a further discovery: she had been invited to spend a few days at her aunt's, since her uncle was on a trip. While going to the bathroom in the middle of the night, she heard a noise, and peaked through their bedroom's door: her aunt was kissing and enjoying another man! Her lover was a much younger man. It was obvious that she was in control.

Then, she heard the main entrance open: her uncle was home, sooner than expected! She hid in the darkness, and waited for trouble to begin after his uncle entered the bedroom and discovered the scene. He began shouting angrily. The younger man fled the scene, scared. She peaked again through the door, and saw her uncle angrily shouting; but her aunt seemed to not be listening at all, showing frustration at the prize that had gotten away. Then, her uncle got too close to her face, and her aunt struck him across his face. My uncle was in shock, but he had shut up. Then, my aunt slapped him a couple more times, and started shouting at him. Why was he early? He had scared away his little college boy.

By the end of it, her uncle was pleasuring her aunt through oral sex. She was still angry, and he muttered from time to time: "I'm sorry, Mistress; I didn't understand."

"No, you didn't. You're lucky I let you stay home, instead of throwing you out like the dog you are. Don't I follow along in making it look as if we were still husband and wife in front of the family? You should be grateful I'm horny now, and need someone to pleasure me."

"Yes, thank you Mistress."

"I allow you to stay as my servant. Always remember that."

"Yes, thank you Mistress."

Domina slipped back to her bedroom. She felt aroused. She had now seen, in its crudest form, what she desired. She now knew what this mystical power he had was for, this sorceress-like personality. Her own aunt had told her once, enigmatically, seeing her admiring eyes: "I know what you're admiring, my little lady. Let me clue you into a little secret: you have it more. It's far more powerful in you than me. You'll surpass me in every way."

In college, all the men's eyes were on her. Yet, at the same time, the smartest and most prudent of them stayed clear of her. Her spell was like perfume, and all of them craved it; but some knew she was a Circe, a femme fatale, their doom disguised as their bliss. Once, a guy who was quite confident in his looks tried a move on her; she "innocently" asked for him to prove his worth. He took in the challenge.

By the end of the semester, that guy was always carrying her stuff, doing her work, walking a step behind and attending to her every whim.

Later, some other guy, a big, tough one, asked her, laughing, to ditch the loser and go out with him sometime. By the end of the semester, the big guy had joined the good looking one in his submission. They were always after her, without ever reaching her, and seemed happy about it. That's why everyone started calling her the Snake Queen.

Women were quite resentful of her; they were the ones that came out with the nickname first. Domina was quite good looking, probably the best-looking girl in class, but that wasn't the problem. Her attractiveness was, her irresistible charm that attracted all men like sirens did sailors. It was superhuman. It was like a character out of a fairy tale, born of a myth. Yet no one confronted her directly. Domina looked them in the eyes, and the women would get frightened. It was like looking at the eyes of a basilisk.

By the time she graduated, she had a sort of unofficial "fan club". One day, she assembled them and told them her plans for the future: she showed them photos of a big, beautiful three-story house with a big, beautiful garden on the outskirts of the city. She wished to live there the way an ancient roman lady would. But how could she? It was far, far from her economic reach. She was looking for men who wanted to go live with her and make her dream a reality.

As many as twenty men flirted with the idea, but as it became clearer what her actual intentions were, most fled. Yet three graduates decided to follow her to the end, and she added two more from outside: a wealthy, middle-aged man that had approached her on the streets, enchanted by her elegance; and one of her teachers. This man, not 40 years old yet, had a promising career ahead. Yet he obsessed like a madman after meeting this young student. He confessed to her about his slave fantasies, about the woman that appeared to him in dreams; she was that woman, or so he believed.

Everyone started working. With five salaries, they moved. Decorations were set to make it look like a roman household. She slept in a spacious bedroom, while all five of them slept in some improvised barracks. She had them attend to her needs. Letting the enchantment work on its own, they went from her admirers, to her servants, and finally her property. After a while, she had all of them marked in the roman way.

Bottom line: she was now a 22-year-old woman with five slaves and the lifestyle of a roman noblewoman. She now didn't need to work a single day for the rest of her life. And yet, it was only the beginning: she had big plans to make her worshippers grow in number and quality. There were some other houses like hers in the vicinity: it was likely that some wealthy, single man lived in one of them, unwittingly waiting for her newfound soon-to-be Goddess to enslave him.

In a nearby house, four-stories high and with an even bigger garden, a now 26-year-old man had just moved in with his three female slaves. He had reached an executive position that paid him 200k € a year, and was looking to expand his harem. With that intention, he went strolling that day through the neighborhood.

And that's when Dominus and Domina met each other. That's when our owners, the couple who has subjugated us all, the couple we worship, had the greatest and most surprising encounter of their lives, like out of a fairy tale. I'm cleaning the male barracks now. At the top of our wall, high above our heads, hangs a painting by one of the artistic slaves. It presents, in its upper half, Dominus as a Zeus, a sky God, with a Hawk resting on each of his shoulders; in its lower half, it presents Domina as a Persephone, a Goddess of the underworld, with snakes sensually strolling through her limbs and torso. In the middle, an inscription:

Domini Nostri

, Our Lords.

I got on my knees for a moment, to pray and worship. This may look like madness. It

is

madness. But these two are not of this world; these two awake in us primitive desires that all civilized men thought bygone, surpassed and forgotten. When you get in contact with them, you feel it, you know it; you forget all about civilized life, and become a primitive man of the woods again, fearful of forces beyond your control, bound to the gods, and you are suddenly willing to throw your life away. You understand why some people in Rome were considered

divus,

divine forces. That's what happens when you get to know Our Lords.

In short: you become a goddamn fool.