Rules For Doms Novels & Stories

Dom kept pacing, trying to think of more rules that someone could exploit to interfere and make things harder for Dom to train her. “I don’t want you to think she’s special. She’s not. I have plans for her and she will face what she sowed. But I will be the one to call her out for it. If anyone has a complaint or grievance with Raven, as her owner, you will bring them to me. I will deal will all her punishment.” One lone hand creeped up with hesitation in the mass of wolves before him. Dom glared at it before he responded. “What?”

“You will order them to hold fire until I have secured Isabella and our sons. When the time comes, Damon belongs to me. If your men interfere, the alliance ends tonight, and you will find the Don of the Volkov family has a new, much closer enemy.” Domenico studied me, reading the unshakeable truth behind the threat. He knew I was past the point of bluffing. He also knew that if I was denied this final act, my mental state would be a catastrophe that would destabilize the entire region more than any stray bullet ever could. He ran a hand over his tired face. “Very well. You own the kill. But this is not unconditional, Vladimir. We operate under three unbreakable rules, and you must agree, or

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.

“Okay, fine! But why were you arguing? And why did you murmur my name earlier?” “I don’t know. Don’t ask me, I’m frustrated.” Doom still continued to cover his face with the pillow. What’s happening to him? I looked at him with a confused face. My eyes went to his burning-like earlobes. They are really red! “Hey, Doom! Get up! You’re burning red!” I shrugged him but he didn’t move. “Doom, I’m serious! Show me your face or else—” My eyes widened in surprise as he leaned his face on mine. “Or else what?”

) 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 look up at him with confusion. "I'm going to tell you the house rules, they include my rules plus things everyone in the house have to comply to" House Rules: *Be polite. *Taking turns on dishes and cooking. *We are a family, we sit at the table until the meal is over. *Keep your space clean. *Clean any mess you make. *No kink shaming, we respect everyone. *Subs discipline measures are only taken by their dom, in case of any misbehaving talk to the dom.

“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,”

Then, more circumspectly, "What are you talking about?" Stay cool... "Does the phrase 'The Doms have the control. The subs have the power.' mean anything to you?" "I've read of it, yes. So?" That word is beginning to annoy me. "So, while the Dom has control, it is not unconditional, and it is not without limits. The sub always has the final say on how far things go; whether we're talking about the bedroom or day-to-day living..." He shifts in his seat. "In a D/s relationship, the sub has a safe word. And if that safe word is used, then it is for the Dom to stop whatever is happening. Not to question it. Not to get annoyed. To stop. That is at the core of the relationship."

“Get this garbage out of my club. Permanent ban. Tell Ambrose and the others what he did.” I crouched, grabbed Calton by the hair, and got in his face. “You are never stepping foot in another club again.” One last kick for good measure. When I turned, Juliet was curled into herself, arms wrapped around her knees. Atlas was murmuring something, rubbing her back. Reed stood nearby, looking ready to commit murder. We are Doms. Everything we do is consensual. Mutual pleasure. Power exchange. Never force. Never violence outside negotiated scenes. I knelt beside her.

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.