Rules For A Dom Novels & Stories

"Knowing that Tony will do everything to protect my personal, family, and profession life, And knowing that Tony will never ask me to do anything illegal, nor anything harmful to me, my family or my friends, And given my longing to submit myself to Tony's will and desires, I hereby accept the following rules: My safe word is Rose. This is my protection mechanism. It will be used to safeguard me from physical harm. However, it can never be used to protect me from discomfiture, shame, or embarrassment. These I must endure as my Dom sees fit. I will obey my Dom. My Dom respects me and values me greatly. That is why these rules have been put in place for me. In turn I will show my respect to Ton

“It’s alright, Little One. You have no idea how happy it makes me to see how your body responds to my touch. This delicious little body was made to be mine and mine only. Mine to touch, mine to kiss, and mine to worship until you can no longer walk straight. Once this is all over and I bring you back to our pack, you’ll experience pleasure you’ve never known.” “W-what do you mean?” “Do you know what a Dom is, Little One?” “No,” I whispered. He lowered his voice to the sexiest huskiest tone I’d ever heard before and explained. “I am a Dom, or dominant. You will be my submissive. That means that I like to be in absolute control. When you’re in our bed, you’re to be 100% submissive to me. If yo

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Damon waved her off , she smiled at me and left . And then it was just us. I placed my bag on the floor. Damon walked forward and stopped in front of me. I could hear the hum of the fridge somewhere in the back of the house. It felt too quiet. “Okay,” he said finally, his voice calm. “We should set some rules.” Rules. Of course. Trust Damon to treat this like a business merger. “Rules,” I repeated, crossing my arms. “Fine. You start.” He placed his hands behind his back, like he was presenting. “Number one , we don’t discuss the past unless it’s necessary.”

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

I tried to come up and meet him halfway, but he wouldn’t have any of that. “I think it’s time to read the rules out to you, my love. I am the Dom and you are my submissive. That simply means that I am in absolute control. I am not a closet sub, Graciela. I don’t only want you to obey me whenever we are in the bedroom, at all times, I want you to be submissive to me, but when we are in this room, you are going to be one hundred percent submissive to me. You won’t disobey me, you will do everything I ask without question or complaints. If you disobey me, I will punish you.” He told me, making me widen my eyes in shock, making him chuckle at my reaction.

“Zach, she just humiliated the school's heartthrob and one of the school's top ten, and your saying she's on fire instead of shes in fire cause hell yeah she's gonna be getting em hates” “Wait… is this some high school cliche I thought we were past that”. “Well in this school..you aren't past anything you just annoyed the top 1 of the school”. “Top 1?..what's that”. Mira and Zach exchange glances. “You tell her” Zach said. “Well the school has a system, top 10 and 20…top 10 are the high class they rule the school and they make the rules only after Axel approves them. “And whose Axel??”

A beat of silence. Then he said, very quietly, “You assume I’m always planning something terrifying.” I looked at him. “Dominic, you are something terrifying.” That actually made him smile. Not much. But enough to be dangerous. I narrowed my eyes. “Don’t encourage yourself.” He leaned one shoulder against the desk, looking almost relaxed if one ignored the fact that he could probably dismantle a room with his bare hands and no emotion attached. “You’ve written eleven rules,” he said. “Any more?”

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

“But I did bring this.” “What's that?” “Rules. Rules we follow now that we're boyfriend and girlfriend.” “Fake.” I corrected, laying emphasis. I collected the paper from his hands and read through. “The fake relationship contract.” I laughed and continued reading while he relaxed back, watching the surroundings. “Rules we follow. Number 1. No intimacy, strictly platonic.” I laughed. Of course. We're not doing that. My eyes went back to the paper. “Unless Sharing kisses and hugs in front of everyone in the rink and in the classroom.” I gulped. “Two, always display PDA to make the relationship look real. Three, Must follow Trevor to the rink to snap and cheer. Four, Always be together especial