Romans & histoires Rules For Dom

The chat flooded within seconds. Names. Tips. Praise. Old subs resurfacing. New ones gasping. But Domica didn’t look at the screen. Her focus was on him. She circled once, slow, dragging her gloved finger along his spine until he shivered. Then came the clamps. She clipped them to his nipples with cold, ritualistic care. Not cruel—but not kind, either. She twisted one, and he moaned around the gag. “You remember how this works, pet,” she purred. “Pleasure is earned. But pain is your privilege.”

A soft knock on my door made me jump. It was him. Damon stepped inside without waiting, closing the door behind him. He wore gray sweatpants that did nothing to hide the heavy outline of his cock. His eyes raked over me in my thin tank top and tiny sleep shorts. “We need rules,” he said quietly, voice low so our parents wouldn’t hear. I crossed my arms. “Yeah. We do.” “Only here at the house,” he continued, stepping closer. “Nowhere on campus where people can see. No one can know. Ever.”

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.

“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,”

I drop my phone, my lips instantly tightening as I look up at the sound of Ecclesiastes's voice. "Sorry, it’s just..." "Your Dom." My throat tightens and my body freeze at the tense way he says the word 'Dom'. Before I can breathe, my phone pings. Then again, and again. "You can take it," he permits and that sounds wrong. I don't need his permission to check my own device, but I ignore the slight irritation and look down at the screen. >Banks: I remember being the one who gives the rules in this relationship, Anor.

) This agreement is entered into willingly, knowingly, and with full consent by both parties for the sole purpose of engaging in a Dom/Sub dynamic that includes, but is not limited to, physical, psychological, sensual, and emotional submission. This contract is binding under the rules of confidentiality, discretion and mutual respect. SECTION I: GENERAL TERMS 1. Duration: This agreement shall remain in effect for 90 days, commencing upon the signing date. Renewal may be proposed by either party after this period. 2. Confidentiality: The Submissive shall not disclose any details of this relationship, including identity, activities, or communications, to any third party. 3. Anonymity: The Domi

I swallow hard, my nerves suddenly returning like a rush of flooding tide waters. “Ch-changes?” I stammer. “What do you mean?” Dominik smiles, nearly melting me like a bar of chocolate in the hot summer sun. “Well, I have certain rules for how my girls dress around the office, and well…” he says as he looks me up and down again with those eyes…those penetrating eyes of his. “Well, let’s just say you’re breaking those rules right now, sweetheart.”

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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

“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.