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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.

The thought of it caused a snort to escape my lips. Sigh…. I flipped through the pages again, reading through it all over again. I stumbled upon the ‘rules’, in a big bold font as if he was afraid I would miss them. I let out yet another snort before going all over them. Again! RULES (It said… Lol) EXERCISE The Submissive shall obey and follow the exercise routine planned and provided by the Dominant, and attend gym sessions as instructed to keep the body fit at all times. (Like I was going to wrestle gods or something. From last night’s experience, it couldn’t be so bad that I’d need to have a personal trainer and whatever crap he had planned. I mean, I was capably fine with keeping my body

“Yes, sir, I understand.” “Good. Now, rule number two. You’re to be in this house and in bed by Ten PM every night, is that clear?” “Yes, sir.” “Rule number three. No boys. None. You’re not to have a man in this house, is that understood?” Jesus this is getting tedious! “Yes.” “Yes...?” “Yes, sir.” “That’s better. Now, rule number four. You’re going to get a job or you’re going to enroll in college. One or the other, or hopefully both.”

“Damn, okay, I see why she keeps rejecting my offer, but there are couple activities, you know, there is the claiming ritual.” “Claiming?” “Oh right, you asked me a question before, ‘subs’, was it? Subs are submissives, people who like to give up control to someone else. Sometimes, it's sexual; sometimes, it's not; this time, however, it is most definitely sexual. Anyway, claiming is where a ‘dom’, in this case, dominant, a submissive’s master, claims a submissive as her own in a room full of their most favoured sex partners or exes. This is for locals, though, because most locals know who dates who; I don’t know if you’d make the cut as Lizzy’s submissive, but-”

“Okay, so no whipping or hurting me. I don’t know if I’d like that.... There are actually a lot of things I haven’t tried out before, like caning and being tied up. I think I’d like to try being tied up, but then we stop if I don’t like it—” “How about we just try things, and if you don’t like it, we stop and never do them again. I also don’t intend to whip you,” he says. I swallow, nodding. “I actually researched some Dom and sub kinks and wrote a list of the ones I’d like to try,” I say. He pours himself a glass of bourbon and takes a sip. “Tell me,” he asks, looking at me with amusement. I pull the piece of paper from the folder I am holding and hand it to him. It basically contains the r

I will implicate any punishment that I see fit should you fail to uphold this contract and break our rules. I ask for ownership of your mind, body and soul with the understanding that your physical, emotional and mental safety will be cared for. Risk of life or livelihood allows for termination of this contract. The submissive's rules and expectations: written by The Dominant specifically for The Submissive -No guns in my house or at the club -Stop smoking when stressed -No masturbating -Never be ashamed of your kinks The Submissive I, Vincent Romano, request of Damian Black the acceptance of my submission. I grant ownership of my mind and body and accept your care and protection of free wil

With everything that had happened, it would be safer if my phone number wasn't so visible. I was deep in thought the entire ride over to my house. Calling my emotions confusing was downplaying them. I was bewildered, daze, and even a little frustrated. In any good Dom/sub relationship, there were always rules and guidelines to follow for the sub and even the Dom had rules set in by the sub. This is what made it a power exchange and not a controlling relationship. However, right now, I felt as if he had dropped the ball and completely avoided helping me establish the rules as to where I stood. Granted, I didn't want to be punished, but I also knew that it was important for a Master to set bou

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

“Noted, Sir,” He smirked. “Good girl. Now lemme hear the rules. I need to be sure you’re well acquainted with them before we begin,” “Umm… Obedience, communication, establishing clear limitations, mutual consent, appropriate use of safe words and use of comfortable instruments?” “Mmm… A fast learner,” Again, I could hear the praise in his tone and it warmed me up, making my chest tingle. “That’ll be all for today. With time, when we begin to use the playroom, we’ll discuss the toys you’re comfortable with, your fantasies and kinks, as we work towards establishing a proper dom-sub relationship,”

Despite the disbelieving look he gave me; he didn't say anything as he pulled out the paperwork I needed to fill out. Reed explained a few rules about the place. Like the dress code, for example, Masters could wear what they wanted, but subs must wear fetish wear and/or whatever their Masters require of them. I was expected to do anything that I was asked to by any Dom or Domme; as long as it was something I had previously agreed to, or it was not pushing my hard limits. As always, it stated the club safe word, which was "Red" then asked me to pick out a safe word. I declined that on the basis that I was not going to play outside the club anyway, Reed gave me a disapproving look; yet didn't