Dom And Sub Rules Novels & Stories

Finding my daddy dom bot boyfriend, aka Damien in his charging chair I ran toward him. I needed the physical touch this morning and he didn't seem to mind hugging me close, petting my hair and calling me a cuddly bunny. "We need to set your rules" Damien says, making me look up at him. "I'm your owner, I'm the one who set rules" I tell the stupid Bot, can't expect them to be perfect. "Au contraire mon petit, according to my research a little always need rules" he says.

I made it home and went straight to my room, my parents were both human, my dad died when I was ten in a car accident and my mother is a retailer, she was the Dom of their relationship, and seeing her only daughter a sub is a big disappointment for her. In a month time, I'll be tested, then they'll choose what kind of institutions to send me to, they are all Dom/Sub school like an institution, I'll still learn math, English, and this academic stuff but add to that I'll take subs classes, and I'll have an appointed dom. The doms chose who they want, anyone that's left gets appointed a substitute Dom till the next batch of sub and doms arrives. You can reject a Dom well if you are brave enough

Frame agreement for a Dominant / Submissive relationship This document specifies the responsibilities and duties of Damon Zhang {the Dominant} and Mason Dharma {the Submissive} as part of a consensual BDSM agreement. This agreement is private and shall not be disclosed in any circumstances to anyone other than both parties and Marcus Carlisle, even if it is not legally binding. The Dominant I, Damon Zhang, request of Mason Dharma the acceptance of my dominance and guidance. I ask for ownership of your mind and body in return for my care and protection. Through this agreement, we may strengthen our bond and increase intimacy.

I said, my voice firm and commanding, "you will address me as 'Dom' or 'Star' at all times. You will not use my name unless I give you permission to do so." Helios's golden eyes locked onto mine, unwavering. Then, after a moment, he dipped his head in a slow nod. "Yes, Dom." I felt satisfaction spread in my heart. "Secondly," I continued, pacing slowly in front of him, letting the tension stretch. "You will obey my commands without question or hesitation. If I tell you to do something, you will do it immediately." His jaw tensed, the Alpha in him bristling at the very notion of submission. But even as I watched, I saw the struggle melt into reluctant acceptance. "Understood, Dom." I smirked.

(raising eyebrows) although I am actually reading a legal document for the first time, who the hell puts their sex life in writing unless they are a control freak that he is! 1. Party B agrees to be a submissive during the duration of this contract. Under this title Party A is deemed as the dominant and Party B shall henceforth be labeled as the submissive. (blinks twice as fast) 2. The submissive shall address the dominant only as Mr. Holt or Sir during each mating session. (rolling my eyes) 3. The submissive will be rewarded for obeying as well as agreeing to any sexual activity instructed by the dominant and punished if rules are flouted even once during the tenure of this contract.

I subconsciously rushed to the door, my hand already gripping the cold doorknob. I was already running the rescue procedures in my head. I could break down that door in 15 seconds as long as I used my breaching tools. I was just about to turn the doorknob when I recalled Mom's wailing from the phone call, condemning me for being a disgrace to the family. I also remembered the image of the formal reprimand notice vividly, along with Tanya's message in the group chat about teaching a lesson to those who abused their power through their positions.

she answered with trembling lips. I loosened my grip on her hair and rubbed my thumb across those very same lips. "Why didn't you think you could tell me about her?" This is the question that's really bothered me. I keep my finger on the pulse of the BDSM community at all times. I'd known for weeks that something or someone was causing a stir. It wasn't an open whisper. It seems the subs have been playing on the side and didn't want the big bad Doms to know. There are no rules against this but it's odd. Once a sub makes a connection with a Dom, they usually ask for permission to play with someone else. I can't imagine a Dom denying them. It's against the Dom code unless they're in an exclusi

Almost claiming. "It's too much having you in here," Aiden whispers, his voice rough as his hand slides to the back of my neck. His fingers glide through my hair with the softest reverence, igniting something primal in me. "On my bed, knowing I can't touch you." "Am I even allowed in here?" I whisper back, already knowing the answer before the words leave my lips. I am not. No subs are ever allowed in a dom’s bedroom. Only the doms are allowed access to the subs’ dorms, which are always shared, always monitored. The forbidden edge of this moment makes my skin prickle.

Lucas went to Domus Malum and searched for his clients’ application. He knew his Father will come at the weak ones, just like what he did to Mrs. Hathaway, but he was also torn thinking that his Father might come at those evil-spirited and use them against him or to other people.

he emphasized Ben’s preferred official club title, “—the rest you’ll have to get from her. And you know the rules since you had a heavy hand establishing them, so tread lightly. I have no issue throwing your ass out if you think you’re above the rules.” As designated club head master, Murphy screened all applicants thoroughly. He kept the club balanced with the ratio of Doms to subs. He ran the club with an iron fist and a closed mouth. Which sucked balls right now, because Ben wanted to know everything about this supposed Domme. Of course the goddamn rules came back to bite him in the ass the one time he needed to break one. Besides the first rule—everything that happened in the Rawhide Clu