Struggles For Dominance

"The Dom's Life"

It was a while ago, the life of this particular man was a story of tragedy, of sorrow and loss.... He was always fighting for what he believed in, yet somedays it felt like it was never enough, but this particular man was determined to prove to those who doubted him, that he could do it, he could become a Dom, even if it meant he would have to do his hardest to become strong.

Damon was always a kind hearted soul, caring for others over himself. He always wished happiness upon others, even if it meant pain or loneliness for himself, but he didn't care, as he saw others happy, he cherished it and smiled. Damon used his pain to push him further, to better himself. He used it to drive himself to be stronger, so he could better the world and help more people.

Damon had been a Dom in the past, but he had changed, his past had broken him and made him revert to a weak submissive, pushed to such moments by his pain. Damon ended up enjoying being a submissive, or aspects of it atleast, but grew tired of how people viewed him.... They saw him as weak, as a tool or toy for them, for their pleasure and enjoyment, but this was all about to change....

"The true beginning"

Damon had a long road ahead of him, but he vowed to never give up. He knew his only chance, was to get past his emotions, to master them and become stronger. He clenched his fists and stared out his window, vowing to get stronger and prove them all wrong, to become a strong and respected dominant.

He would walk over to his wardrobe, each footstep sounding like an echo in a horror movie, as his home was so empty, having been alone for so long. He opened the door as it softly creaked, the door old with age, as this house was over 100 years old. He grabbed his coat, shutting the door softly behind him. He slung his coat over his shoulders and shoved his arms through, straightening his coat before putting on his hat and heading outside.

"Where it all started to change"

Damon headed down the dark road for some time, unaware that the streets were uneasily quiet for a night like tonight. He was so focused on his task that he didn't notice anything around him, his mind a blur as thought whizzed past at fast speeds. He walked for who knows how long, before he finally was jostled awake by a brief moment where he bumped into something, where he was momentarily displaced off his two feet, before catching his balance. Damon blinked and looked aside, seeing a woman who looked down at him, he had knocked her over and now her clothes had seemed to grow dirty as it had rained earlier that night.

Damon reaches his hand down to help her, opening his mouth to softly speak to the woman,
"Oh I'm very sorry ma'am, I had not meant to bump into you, I apologize"
The woman took his hand and Damon helped her up, she dusted herself off and she just stood there in silence for a moment. Damon took this opportunity to speak, as he looked up at her he found that words were not so easy to come by, it was almost as if he had lost his voice.

Damon looks away and clears his throat, turning back to the woman before he began to speak in a calm and caring, but also serious voice.
"I'm sorry I bumped into you, it seems your clothes have gotten dirty, would you like me to compensate and pay for new clothes for you?
The woman remained quiet for a moment, as if she was thinking about his offer, but she looked up at him and shook her head no, before she replied,
"No, I'm fine, just a little dirt is all, it's my fault for not watching where I was going"

She went silent, before she nodded a bit and smiled before she spoke again,
"My name is Clarenta, but you can call me Clare if you want"

Damon was caught offguard by this, the strangers ability to be so calm and open with someone she didn't know, so he responded and tried to act as calm as he could,

"Well nice to meet you Clare, my name is Damon, I've recently moved here and I bought a house over a couple blocks, in the district just outside of town"

Clare then replied,
"Oh, well welcome to the neighborhood then Damon, glad to have you"
She would then reach out to shake his hand, a small smile upon her face. Damon reached out and shook her hand, smiling slightly back, doing his best to seem happy when all he wanted was to go back to his thoughts.

Damon clears his throat again, and with a slight bow to Clare, he says his goodbyes and heads off on his way, leaving the woman to stand there speechless. Damon heads off back home, figuring that he had walked around enough and would rather be home focusing on his work.