Rules For Doms Novels & Stories

“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.

Suddenly a sense of arriving at a place where I belonged swept over me. After spending over 3 hours arranging and cleaning my new room,I went downstairs to get some of my painting tools. Arriving there,I saw Dominic on the couch sipping alcohol or whatever it was he was drinking. Dominic turned to me, his expression serious. "Madison"he called. "Yes boss"I said almost scoffing. “There are rules,” he said. I straightened. “Rules?” “Yes,” he replied calmly. “You’ll follow them.” I waited. “No male friends in the house,” he said. “No exceptions.”

He just stares at me like the heavens have split open above him—like I’m offering him salvation and damnation all at once. Aiden's chest rises and falls, tension rolling off him in heavy waves. "I... I..." he stammers, adorably lost. "I've never thought about that. I think... I think it's pretty clear the rule goes both ways." "But it doesn't," I say, shaking my head slowly. I've only ever heard of doms touching subs... never the other way around. I shift closer, my knee brushing his. Electricity sparks at the small contact, making his breath hitch.

“Why would I do that? I don’t want to share my man.” “You could have two guys instead of it being you and another girl.” “Tara!” Aghast, I sharply glared at my senior. She was only three years older than me, and to think that she had this bold wild side underneath her humbly saint-like appearance. “How does Brody manage you?” “He’s aware and that’s why he’s my DOM.” She bragged. “What's a DOM?” “A DOM is short for the one who is dominant or the more aggressive person during a consensual BDSM scenario.” She clarified but when she saw how blank I was she spelled it out. “You know, bondage sex, right?”

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.

Would that emotional well be filled by DomMPF? Madam Charlotte had seemed to think so. Whether that proved to be correct, only time would tell. As Lisa drifted into that twilight sleep place, she wondered what being in a D/s relationship would be like. Would he demand she obey him at all times? Would she have to wear a collar and call him master? She’d read books and seen movies that portrayed Doms in a less-than-flattering light, but that wasn’t the way Madam Charlotte made it seem. What was the reality? And was there a consistency or did it depend on each individual pair? There was so much she didn’t know, so much to learn. She was worried about making mistakes, about angering DomMPF. He’d

“Agreed.” “What are your demands?” Dominic kept his expression stoic. “I will expect Rafaella to comply with the rules of our lifestyle, no other man may touch her except for me. She will not question me about famiglia business unless I choose to discuss it with her. She will not work, but I also do not expect her to sit idly. She may practice any hobbies she has and further her studies. If she has piercings anywhere other than her ears, I want them removed. I will also expect her to wax her pussy.”

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

I looked at him in confusion. Damon: You know princess. You have to remember my few rules. I gulped and nodded. He came towards me leaving the burning frying pan. Damon: Just remember these three rules. Your life will be in peace. His last sentence was full of sarcasm. But still, I nodded. Damon: First: Don’t ever cry in front of me. I hate tears. Second: Don’t ever even think of hurting my loved ones and that’s my one and only brother. And lastly, Don’t ever lie. I hate lies the most.

“I knew you wouldn’t come empty-handed.” “And you should also know that I won’t leave my seat empty.” He tapped the floor with his cane and ordered, “State your conditions.” I met every eye in the room. “First, the port remains under my direct control. Second, everyone left from Drake’s operation will be re-evaluated. Third, from today on, finance, security, and warehousing must be separate. No one person holds everything. Fourth–” I paused, glancing at the old man who’d advised me to go home earlier.