The Mark of Dominance

Author's note:

This story is fucked up. Even by the standard of the genre this one's kind of a lot (It's nothing that will break the rules though). It may not be fully evident now but in later chapters it will be more apparent. Because of how fucked up this story is gonna get I wanted to take a moment here to address the nature of the beast. Many erotic stories are born out of a place of pure sexual fantasy. This one's a bit more complicated. I'm kind of using it as a space to vent frustrations in my life, and because of that it's gonna get really fucked up. The character you inhabit in this story is evil. The sort of evil that's destructive to the world and people around him without caring about them enough to consider changing his ways. Writing a story with this sort of character to vent is incredibly cathartic for me and in that way I find value in it, but be aware what you're getting into here. So yeah, heads up to all reading this, this one's gonna get intense.

(Also, the images used in this story are made with AI).

Your name is Damien Winter. You hate your life.

You're thirty years old, average looking, and fed up with your circumstances. You still live with your parents and your two younger sisters. You have one older sister who actually finished college and is successful, unlike you. You work the night shift as a janitor at a local food production plant, and manage to pay the rent your family keeps charging you. You know they see you as a dead weight; they don’t say as much, they’re at least polite enough to tolerate you, but you can’t genuinely look into their eyes and say they don’t all want you gone. You don’t really like them either. You wish that you could have some of the success your sister lords over you, or some of the stability and comfort your parents hold on to, or some of the carefree attitude your younger sisters have. Your life is work, sleep, and more work.

At the moment though you're lost in a pleasant dream. You’re grabbing the tits of a beautiful woman. Her voluptuous form is framed by a long loose mane of bombshell blonde hair. Her tits are nice too. Huge and soft and still somehow perky, and she’s just letting you touch her, no disgust in her face like other women have shown you. As you think that thought, your half conscious mind thinking about the possibility of an escape from your dead end job, your alarm blares and your thoughts are interrupted. You groan and rub your eyes before grudgingly dragging yourself out of bed, noticing the clock showing 3:34 PM as you get up. You scowl realizing you forgot to reset your alarm. Looks like you’re going to be late again.

You hurry downstairs, grumbling to yourself as you fasten your belt. Your two younger sisters are sitting down and eating breakfast with your mother.

“Damien’s finally up!” Clara exclaims with a bratty smile on her face. At eighteen she’s the youngest of the family and has developed a real nasty attitude. You think it’s because your mother spoils her constantly.

“Oh really? Are you gonna make it to work on time Damien? Or should I go ahead and print some more resumes for you?” Anna smirks as she says it. Out of all the members of your family she’s the one you hate living with the most. Little bitch somehow made it as an Instagram star and now she acts like she’s better than the rest of the family, but that goes double for you of course.

“Morning Damien.” Your mother says not looking up from her phone. She at least has the common courtesy to say that much to you. But you know it doesn’t mean much since she’s still charging you rent, even with your father making six figures.

You grunt a good morning back to your mother and flip Anna off as you pass by, grabbing two granola bars from the cabinet before you head out the door to get in your beat up black pickup truck and pull out of the driveway. Eager to get to work on time.

Work’s as bad as it usually is. Your boss chews you out for being late, you start prepping your equipment, and begin scrubbing toilets while waiting for the hours to tick away. Your break eventually comes, you get fast food for your dinner, and end up heading back to mop the floors before you can finally leave.

XXX

As you drive back in the wee hours of the morning you think about your dream from last night (or last morning more accurately). You can’t get the thought of that beautiful blonde woman out of your head. Come to think of it, she reminds you of someone: your older sister Emma. You haven’t seen her in about a year but you’re certain that’s who she looked like. Or what she would look like if she grew her hair out and let it down. The feeling is weird and a little uncomfortable. You’ve noticed that your sister or other members of your family are attractive but you’ve never actually thought about them sexually before. But come to think of it, your sister is pretty hot. Part of you feels gross even thinking that but the dominant part of your brain pushes the feeling away. Why should you care? It’s not like it’s ever gonna go anywhere, and even then you have no love for that bitch, you could care less if you made her uncomfortable when she’s treated you like shit so many times, like the rest of them have, like everyone has.

As you're lost in thought, a light turning red in front of you startles you back to the present moment. You groan and focus on the road again. The last thing you need right now is an accident. Not that there’s any cars on the road for you to run into. That’s one of the nice things about night shift, it gives you plenty of time to yourself. As you consider all of this you notice something on the road beside you, a homeless man sitting against a telephone pole. Something seems off about him, he looks oddly dressed for a homeless person, as he’s wearing a big coat embroidered with patterns in silver thread, but that’s not what’s catching your eye. As you look at him while you're stopped at the red light you realize something. He’s coughing, no his coughs are too violent, he’s . You swear under your breath. You hate sticking your neck out for people but even so you can’t justify leaving a man to die when you can at least try to help him.

You quickly park your car and jump out to the man. He’s still coughing up a storm by the time you get there and you rush behind him and begin to give him the heimlich. After a tense few moments he coughs up a piece of half chewed meat and then takes in a deep breath.

“Thank you son.” The man says. Still coughing slightly. You nod and say it’s no problem, not sure what else to add. The man stands after a moment and offers his hand to you to shake. You take it and give him a firm handshake. He smiles at you, the glow of the streetlights glinting off his golden teeth. “I really want to show you my thanks son. That was close to being a very poor end to my long life. So I’ve decided to give you what you deeply desire.” You look at the man like he just told you the earth was flat. What does he mean by that? Is he gonna give you money? You stand there looking at the man for a solid moment and he simply smiles and walks away. You mutter a swear under your breath; at least he left you alone afterwards.

XXX

You finally make it home and slip off your shoes. You find Anna on the couch scrolling on her phone.

“Well how was cleaning the toilets today Damien? Or did you get fired and fuck off to the strip club again?” She says with that bitchy smirk again. You’ve about had it with her shit.

“Shut your mouth!” You say before you can stop yourself. You curse, knowing you're gonna hear it from your parents once they find out you raised your voice at one of your sisters. You sigh, preparing to apologize after Anna insults you again, but she never does. You look up at her and realize she’s keeping her mouth shut and is looking at you confused and angry, making noises as though she’s trying to talk. You stare at her stunned for a moment and then a thought occurs.

“Put your hands on your face.” Anna immediately does so, covering her face. You laugh as she does. “Take them off!” Again she obeys, still staring at you while trying to yell. You’re not done though. “Stand up, and then stop trying to talk.” Anna obeys, still glaring at you. You think of what just happened. For some reason you can command your sister, but how far does this go? At that moment you think of something. Even if you can command Anna, you're still in deep shit if the rest of your family finds out. “Okay Anna,” You say, thinking of the best way to phrase the next part. “I need you to go into a trance, like you're hypnotized.” Anna’s eyes glaze over and you can tell she’s obeyed. You think of the best way to go from here, and then a thought occurs. Can you really make her do anything? You could use her. Make her do anything you want. Suddenly her tight body starts to look a lot more appealing, as you realize you can make it do whatever you feel like. For a moment you hesitate. This is wrong. Beyond just petty you’re using her against her will, and she’s your sister. You think about this for a moment, and then you remember how she’s treated you for years; always belittling you, taking every chance she could to make things worse for you like it was some kind of game. She doesn’t deserve to have what she wants considered now that you’re in control, not after how she’s treated you.

“Take your top off.” The command feels bizarre leaving your mouth. You almost can’t believe you're saying it, but sure enough Anna obeys, revealing a pair of perky breasts from underneath her sweatshirt.

You gasp. Part of you didn’t think it would work but it did and now your bitchy sister is showing you her tits. Gingerly you step forward, hesitating for a moment before you cup them. Anna shows no reaction as you grope her breasts. You look at her a little closer now, gazing at her shoulder length dirty blonde hair and her soft blue eyes. She really is beautiful when she isn't scowling at you like a little bitch. Her tits are fantastic too, not huge but a good sized c cup, and very soft while still being perky. It’s been way too long since you’ve felt a pair of tits in your hands. You sigh contentedly. And take your hands away, before commanding Anna to put her shirt back on. As she does you realize the best way to go from here.

“Anna I want you to forget everything that happened after I came in the door. All you’ll remember is that I came back from work and took off my shoes, and that you were too distracted by your phone to pay me much notice. Nod if you understand me.” Anna nodded. Good, you were a little nervous she might break out of the trance or start ignoring you, you’re not used to this power yet, and you need to make sure Anna will obey that command in particular since you don’t want to get kicked out. You command Anna to sit down again on the couch and then tell her to wake back up. She looks at you for a moment.

“What are you looking at?” She stared back at you scowling again. You smile.

“Nothing,” and with that you walk up to bed.

XXX

As you take off your pants and your shirt before slipping into bed you notice something. On your right hand, the one you gave the homeless man to shake, a mark appeared. It looks like a tattoo, a simple eye symbol staring at you from the back of your right hand. You realize then where your power came from. You laugh as you get into bed. The old man was right. This is what you wanted, and now you can have whatever you want, forever. Tomorrow you’ll begin in earnest. Making things the way you want them to be from now on. You can hardly wait to make your family do exactly what you tell them to. Beyond that even the world is likely your oyster, who knows how far you can take this?