Novelas y relatos de Dom Sub Rules

“Tell me the rules you read on the site where you filled the form.” Anna gulped as she remembered the rules. Inhaling a deep breath, she started to speak. “Firstly, the sub can’t call the dom by his name. She should address him as ‘sir’ or anything that dom prefers. Then, the sub has to dress up according to her dom’s choice, also she can’t wear anything, if dom doesn’t allow her to.” She stopped to breathe while he kept staring at her intensely, waiting for her to continue. “The sub will complete any tasks given by the dom without any argument. After that the sub can’t touch or pleasure herself until or unless the dom permits her. That’s all I can remember.” Will smirked. “I always knew yo

Subs are not allowed to speak at all without express permission, which should only be given when absolutely necessary. Subs do not raise their eyes above their dom's chest. Eye contact is like saying cunt in front of the queen or something. Subs do not initiate touch. Subs do not ask their doms for anything. They take what they’re given. Subs kneel next to their doms with their eyes on the floor when they’re not in a scene. Subs only address their doms as “Sir” or “Master”. They don’t slip and call them by their first names.

“Get this garbage out of my club. Permanent ban. Tell Ambrose and the others what he did.” I crouched, grabbed Calton by the hair, and got in his face. “You are never stepping foot in another club again.” One last kick for good measure. When I turned, Juliet was curled into herself, arms wrapped around her knees. Atlas was murmuring something, rubbing her back. Reed stood nearby, looking ready to commit murder. We are Doms. Everything we do is consensual. Mutual pleasure. Power exchange. Never force. Never violence outside negotiated scenes. I knelt beside her.