Dom And Sub Rules Novels & Stories

When Von and Dominic leave, I go to the guest room and look at Rhett and Trent then say, “Yes! Now get to bed and I’ll tuck her in and explain the rules. If she is still interested…for you two, but…” “She’s a virgin,” Trent says before I can get very far. “I was going to say, ‘I don’t fuck women and she is your responsibility.’ But that is good to know,” I say. The boys go to Rhett’s and my room and I sit beside Rachelle. “You are lucky you have a brother like Trent and he has a friend like Rhett. You heard me say it so I won’t say it again. I only do men and while you have a dick, I respect your identity. I don’t know how Dominic feels on the topic of his flexibility, but Rhett and your bro

Each Party agrees and affirms that--' More boring stuff. I flipped through random pages until my eyes landed on something that got my heart racing. '--will be rewarded with as much pleasure as Party B can take.' What?! I must be falling asleep and dreaming these words. I rubbed my eyes and tried to find that page again. 'Party A will lay down the ground rules for Party B during the contract term. Party B agrees to be submissive, and Party A is deemed as the Dominant. Serious consequences will follow for Party B when rules are broken.'

He paused for effect, then concluded, “Marrying one of their daughters would secure peace for decades to come. No whisper of rebellion could arise, not without kin betraying kin.” Murmurs rose again, this time stronger. “True words.” “A wise course for a lasting reign.” “For the future of Tziyonia.” Samarth’s hand, on the armrest, tightened into a fist. His face betrayed nothing. Raj, in rare boldness, stepped forward slightly and spoke, voice low but clear, “Perhaps it would be best to first bind the kingdom wholly, sire. Let all roots be firm before grafting new branches.” It was a feeble attempt to shield Samarth, and all there knew it.

“You’ll understand the rules with time, but for now, there are three that are most important.” Her eyes lifted to mine. “Firstly, the submissive must be available anytime the dominant needs her. Secondly, the submissive must not have any sexual intercourse with anyone else. And lastly, there will be no strings attached. You must not develop feelings for me.” Her lips curled in disgust. “Don’t flatter yourself, Mr. Stroke. I’m never falling for you.” The words sliced through me like a blade. “Fine. Now sign the damn paper.” She grabbed the paper, ran her pen along the dotted line, and signed it.

"Damn rules. So, what's your style? When you domme?" "Oh no, you have to find out the same way as all new subs. The hard way. I'll get my chance at you after all the full doms do. Switches come after . . . part of the downside of getting to sit on the fence. Then Lillian will get her shot. I just had to get me a little taste . . . a little somethin' somethin', if you know what I'm saying." "Bad kitty." "I hear that a lot."

Ken was still present, and I covered my face, closing my eyes in mortification. "Pet," Romario growled in my ear, making me open my eyes. "I need you to remember a few rules for this party." He spoke seriously, and I sat up straight to listen. "First, don't drink anything offered to you." Easy enough, since I didn't drink alcohol anyway. "Second, don't speak unless asked a question, and be polite and respectful." I nodded, understanding. "Most importantly, don't leave my sight. I'll punish you if you break any of these rules, understand?" He pecked my lips, and I replied, "Yes, Master."

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They needed to get us reintegrated, run us through training again, and prep us for deployment sooner than expected. Bhakti and I had been getting closer, and I could feel her coming around to the matebond. And her domination kink? Fucking hot. I’d been doing a lot of research into dom/sub relationships. It was an eye-opener, to say the least. There was a lot more to it than just control. The real power was in the submissive’s hands—they set the limits, they decided what was too much, they gave the final say.

He ignored her egotistical demeanor and returned his gaze to the document to continue reading her carefully printed terms. He frowned as he read the next rule which was the last one on the list - “There is no reason or need for commitment of fidelity because this is just a make-belief relationship with no real attachments.” He spared her another glance and she continued staring at him with haughty eyes. His hazel eyes which were getting dark with disapproval left hers and returned to continue reading – “…This means that we can both bring in our partners whenever we want.” Dominic shook his head at her. “This cannot happen.” He said. “I say no to this.” He added firmly. “You cannot bring in a