Rules For Dom Novels & Stories

The duct tape embedded on my lips tasted bitter. The glass windows left no option for ventilation, forming sweat droplets that glued my messed hair strands into my sweaty cheek. He leaned closer and kneeled. Without saying a word, he untied only my hands' ropes, leaving my feet glued to the chair sticks. He then grabbed the silver tape without a single stutter, which burned my lips. "Listen, we will play by my rules here," he said with an unclear voice through the mask. "What do you want?!" "Rule number one, I am the only one who can speak."

she asks politely, her eyes dancing around my face. "I would love to register as a dom here, but only for the spirit of it. I don't care what the benefits are, that doesn't interest me," I tell her plainly. Frowning, she ticks her fingers before coming back with a reply for me. "Well, you need to have about ten million Euro in one of your accounts before being admitted as a club Dom, and from your family's record, I can assure you that you match the criteria without even flipping the book to check it out.

The crimson flag dropped, and both horses exploded forward like lightning bolts across the earth. The ground quaked beneath their hooves, throwing dust and shards of dry grass high into the air. The roar of the crowd faded into a low hum, swallowed by the pounding of hooves and the sharp exhale of the beasts straining for dominance.

"Uhm, no. I didn't read it, and uhm, Sir. I don't really fancy you calling me dum-dum." He raised his head and stared deep into her eyes. Heavens, he was gorgeous. His mustache twitched each time he called her name. "I'm not sure that with that attitude, you will last long here, Dum-dum," he said calmly. There was an awkward silence before he spoke up again. "Well, on that paperwork, there are three rules. Three essential rules should be the first thing to read about before moving into your office. Just so if you can't cope with the rules, you quit. So listen attentively, Miss Dominique. I won't repeat myself."

“Yes, sir.” “Second rule,” Dominic continued, his voice dropping an octave. “You’re not allowed to have a boyfriend. Your attention stays on me.” Renata nodded again. “Yes, sir.” He studied her for a moment longer. “And when you meet me, make sure you look the way I want you to. Nothing more, nothing less.” Renata held her breath, but eventually nodded again. “I understand.” Dominic leaned in slightly, closing the distance between them until his voice brushed against her skin.

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

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All dominants must provide exceptional aftercare for their submissive or the submissive in question can find another to assist them with their aftercare needs. Rule No. 8 – No Permanent Markings: Dominants may under no kind of circumstance be allowed to harm their submissive intentionally. Rule No. 9 – Respect: Dominants must always give their submissive respect and dignity, no exceptions. Rule No. 10 – Enforce: A dominant maybe allowed to enforce all rules within the contract as well as discipline when needed.

English is not my First language so forgive me if you found any silly grammatical error. This story is kind of slow burn Romance. It has mature scenes that may trigger you. And last but not the least, support me if you liked it.