Fem Dom Rules Novels & Stories

"You will do as I command. If I am not commanding you, then any other dom or domme may use you as they see fit. If none of them is using you, then the switches can. You belong to us and no one else." "No one outside of this house may take your reins without our permission, though you may still find donors as per the rules of the house. If you ever feel true fear or don't feel that you can go on, say 'Desist.' This word will work with anyone here. You will be released and no one may touch you again until you have spoken to me. We take care of our belongings here," he promised her.

As Serena reached there she saw her brother beckoning her over to where he and the alpha’s son Vante stood. Damon continued discussing about Nagoka pack’s visit with Vante as he watched his little sister walking over to them. He had believed that he won’t be seeing her today. “Will you be training someone today?” Damon asked Serena to confirm if she was here to train someone. Serena gave a respectful nod to Vante as he was the future alpha before continuing to answer her brother. “Yes, I was thinking of training the new young females group, they have no idea how to defend themselves let alone fight, they are in a bad condition. I had to dismiss them after a few runs last time since it was t

I was so angry I had left it here on purpose. “Yea.. not yet… I don’t want to eat alone. Come here. Take a seat.” I tell her. She comes next to me and kneels. “What are you doing?” I ask her, alarmed. “I am not allowed to sit at the table with a Dom.” Oh, for fuck’s sake! The feminist in me hates this very idea. ‘As if you did not enjoy getting cropped and spanked barely half an hour ago.’ A voice tells me and I push it away.

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

REID POV I have three rules for dealing with females: 1. No kissing 2. No pack members 3. No sleepovers 4. No fated mate. Shit, that’s four rules. Okay, rewind. Starting over. I have four rules for dealing with females. Now, I know what you’re thinking — no kissing? How can you be intimate with a female if you don’t kiss them?

His praise for my good behavior gave me goosebumps. "Now if you were to break a rule, one that I've clearly stated and has been understood by you, there will be punishments. Now the first rule you already know. You must verbally answer me and say Daddy. The second rule is you cannot cum without permission. This is going to be a bit harder especially in the beginning. Third, you be honest with me. If something makes you uncomfortable, use your safe words. Talk to me. I can't be a good Daddy Dom to you if you don't talk to me. I'm not a mind reader, little one. Fourth, you count with me. If I say to count or start to count, you count with me. And for right now we'll keep it simple and stick wi

When she moved her legs, which were spayed across Mike's, she found a hard-bodied male holding them apart, "Adam put the plug back in while you were sleeping. We want you to be fully prepared so we don't hurt you." He kissed her forehead. "It is a Dom's responsibility to take care of his sub. It's about a lot more than commands and who gives orders, sugar. It's about trust and caring and respect. Otherwise it's just sex with no meaning, no matter how you play it, and that's not what I want for you, For us." "So you want-"

Rhonda said breathlessly, "but to let him fuck his old love interests seems quite bold. And you allow him to fuck other women as well." "We've decided Master may fuck any slave available to him. Slaves are available to us as well, so we may fuck the same people as he does. He can't fuck Regina. She's not a slave. I've previously had to service Regina, during poker and on Memorial Day where my services were available to anyone not a family member. That was before we changed the rules and my slavery became permanent. My services are available to other dominants as Master allows, which are only females." "What if the slave is a male, Domina?"

“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.

“No problems with Jim Bob blabbing at the town diner that he saw Betty Sue getting screwed silly by a man who wasn’t her husband?” Layla laughed. “Not in the six years we’ve been here. But there are stringent rules, because a place like this is so hard to find, especially in rural America. The members are very protective of this place and the people they’ve connected with here. I know several female members who trust a Dom with a flogger or a whip, but they haven’t exchanged last names. First names only. No sharing of personal information unless it’s mutually agreed upon. And then only if Murphy is aware they’ll be meeting outside the club. There isn’t a lot of bullshit because all the membe