I have had many passions in my life. For the most part, my greatest passions have been directed towards the women in my life who have submitted to me. I guess I could say that I have been a very lucky man. During the many years that I have been involved in this lifestyle, I have had many beautiful, intelligent, sexy and strong women submit to me. One may say that I have been luckier than most since there have been 3 of those women who brought out my deepest ability to love as well as my strongest passion. Once or twice in my life, there has been an idea or a career choice that has aroused my passion and become a very strong driving force. Such is the case with my dungeon bags. I knew that when I finally decided that I was going to build these bags for a living that it would quickly become a very strong and deep passion in my life. I also knew that it was going to be difficult, but I never realized how difficult it actually would be.
I have been involved in building a business from the ground up several times in my life. They were service businesses, they were not physical products. Nor did building either of those businesses involve building a website. I certainly had a lot of research to do, and I was positive there would be a huge learning curve.
I am somewhat of a guru on researching and do tend to over research the topic of interest. This is a compulsion to and part of my anal nature in regards to organization. Anyone who knows me well will attest to how anal I can be during my research and organizational phases (it must be a Dom thing…).
As I sat there that 1st day making my list of things to do, and trust me when I tell you the list became longer and longer and longer, I struggled with the decision of exactly where to start. Frustration set in so I decided to do what I do best, research. I went into my closet, pulled out my dungeon bag, emptied the gear out of it, took it out into the garage and began to disassemble it.
I knew something had been bothering me but I just couldn’t figure out what it was, until it finally hit me. “BUILDING A BETTER BAG!” You see, when I was building my own dungeon bag, little mistakes and imperfections didn’t matter that much. NOW I was going to build them for other people, “OH MY GOD!!”, now they had to be perfect…
In addition to perfection, I had to figure out how I could build more than one or two dungeon bags in a month. What if this business really took off and the demand became so high that I couldn’t keep up with it? After all I was going to advertise that my dungeon bags were “HANDCRAFTED BY DAMONDARK”, so in my mind I had to be the one that was building them.
As I sat there in the garage on the stool disassembling my current dungeon bag, it became blatantly obvious to me that regardless of how I decided to move forward with this project, building dungeon bags in my garage was not going to work. I needed a space that was specifically designed for and had all of the correct tools at hand for my research, testing and the construction of my bags. What I needed was a workshop!
Before me on the garage floor lay a bag shell, PVC parts that I had used for the fame, several pieces of wood, and an assorted pile of nuts, bolts and hooks. I didn’t know it then but it was going to be a full year before I would see another completely assembled dungeon bag sitting before me. For the next year, I became one of THOSE Dominants that was forced to use a $10 duffle bag to haul my gear to the local dungeon. What I did know though, was at that very moment, I was more excited about the potential of what was about to happen than I had been about anything in a very long time (as a matter of saving my neck, this does not include how excited and thankful I am that my slave has entered my life and continues to be the most important thing to me, however, the dungeon bags are a real close second). My passion for building dungeon bags was already very strong and my journey had unexpectedly and decisively taken another turn.