Fem Dom Rules Novels & Stories

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

“Agreed.” “What are your demands?” Dominic kept his expression stoic. “I will expect Rafaella to comply with the rules of our lifestyle, no other man may touch her except for me. She will not question me about famiglia business unless I choose to discuss it with her. She will not work, but I also do not expect her to sit idly. She may practice any hobbies she has and further her studies. If she has piercings anywhere other than her ears, I want them removed. I will also expect her to wax her pussy.”

“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,”

“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

“Sign the contract. Surrender your worthless life to me entirely and become my willing pet, or the brat dies tonight.” My eyes scanned the crisp white paper resting on the cold marble floor. The bold letters at the top of the page seemed to burn straight into my retinas. Dominant-Submissive Agreement. The title shocked me to my very core. The room seemed to tilt on its axis as the reality of what he was demanding sank in. He wanted to own me, break me, and fuck me in any way, morning and night. I should have torn the paper into shreds and protected what little dignity I had left.

The red heels made her legs look longer and more dangerous. Elara climbed onto the bed slowly. She straddled his waist, her heels digging into the mattress on either side of his hips. “If I do this, you don’t get to touch me. You don’t get to control anything. Understand?” Dante nodded. “I understand. I want you in control.” She moved back until she knelt between his spread legs. Her red stiletto hovered over his cock again. The sharp heel pointed directly at the soft shaft. “Tell me if it’s too much,” she said, voice shaking.

Raviora's Point of View I am standing in front of Adam wearing my big smile and nodding like an obedient kid to him. His fiery eyes went on mine. “What are my rules?” He said, using his stern voice. “Rule number one, I should answer your call every time before it rings three times. Rule number two, I should bring Maxwell with me. Rule number three, I should never run away from you and lastly, no one has to know where I went for the past few weeks.”

A blinding spotlight suddenly illuminated the dapper master of ceremonies now standing center stage, microphone in hand. "Welcome, ladies and gentlemen!" his voice boomed through the speakers. "We are gathered here tonight for a truly momentous competition of cunning, instinct and strategy. I give you...the first ever Investment Duel!" The audience erupted in thunderous applause as the MC explained the risky rules. Each competitor would begin with $10 million of their company's real capital to invest however they chose over three intense hours. Stocks, bonds, real estate - anything was fair game. At the end, the portfolio with the highest percentage return would emerge victorious.

I glared at them, but I knew I needed to listen to them if I didn't want myself to get hurt. I saw Elli turned around and left the crowd and I started to get nervous again. I wished I could leave with him right this moment, but I figured I'd be with him shortly. "Come along, little one," one of the men chuckled, "Time to get you all dressed up nice and pretty in some luxury gear. You wouldn't want to keep your Dom waiting, would you?" My Dom? I swallowed hard and chose to cooperate instead of fight. "You're right. I'd hate to keep him waiting." I felt their grips loosen on my arms, as I chose to walk with them to a separate room with a vanity and an area to change clothes behind a silk scree