Fem Dom Rules Novels & Stories

It's the second time I've felt the urge to kiss her and I swear she feels it too, but I need to get up early and this is the best way to get to my safe room. " I don't like it, I'm going to bed, I need to get up early." " Aren't you going to finish?" She looks at me with that cute little face like a puppy that's fallen over, but I have to be strong. I'm a BDSM dominatrix. The first rule of a dominatrix is to dominate yourself. Who am I if I give in to the temptation to do the wrong thing? She said no sex and I'm true to my word. I stand up quickly.

I guess it depends on how you look at it. I go through the events of yesterday morning via mind link with her, that way I don’t wake Rose by speaking. Including the bit about being drugged. Melinda is livid with Rachel, of course. Melinda is a dominatrix, consent from your partner is essential to her and to the entirety of the Dom/Sub community. In reality, it should be essential to every sexual community, but we all know that isn’t how things always go. *I’m going to kill that power hungry, conniving slut! She went too far this time!*

“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.”

His cane was across his knees and his expression was the still composed one he wore in church—a man witnessing a sacrament he had waited a long time to see. I let the silence settle. Then I began. "Several rules of this house," I said, "are going to change. I will name them. You will hear them. When we are finished, no one in this room or in our broader organization will operate on any other understanding." No one moved. "The rule of succession by patriarchal default is suspended. My father's claim is forfeit, by his own conduct. The line of decision-making in this family runs through me. From me, it runs through my chosen successor. The bastard line is closed."

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

A hell of a lot of damage could be done in that time with a Dom who was just pretending and whose single goal was to have a servant and inflict pain. "The man you were with? I promise you he's not a real Dom. True Masters respect their subs and treat them accordingly. I hate it that the one big experience you've had was with an asshole like this. There are plenty of good Masters around, you know." She stared at him. "If you say so." "I do. If I - " He gave himself a mental shake. "Never mind. So, you have the first two rules. We'll have to make up the rest as we go along. To begin with, I'm going to teach you to relax."

When everything was tidy, she asked, "Are there many male submissives?" "More than you might think. There's an entire category of Dominance and submission called femdom, involving female dominants and male submissives. We had a friend who turned out to be submissive, but his wife did not want to be a dominant. He's currently hiking the Pacific Crest Trail with a female who did want a male bitch. There are also gay submissives submitting to gay dominants." Janet was silent, considering. "So it's not really a question of gender; it's a question of predisposition towards submission."

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 -Do not disrespect me or any other dominant -Always follow Club Sin's rules -During a scene always address me with the appropriate names we discussed (Daddy, Sir) -Only 3 cigarettes a day allowed -No alcohol under any circumstances

She listed and flipped to the next page that contains the rules. She read them for a while and sighed, she looked up at Damien and she froze when she realized he was staring at her. “Is something wrong?” “No, you can go on.” He said and she nodded before turning back to the rules. “Okay, all of these rules seem okay to me, I just have a few questions.” “I am all ears.” “It says here that I can't touch you, why is that?” “Because you are the submissive, you have to tender yourself to me, not myself to you.”

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