Rules For Doms Novels & Stories

Vivian stared at me, stunned, before collapsing into uncontrollable sobs. "I... I just gave in to temptation! Please help me pay the taxes my company owes—or I'll go to prison. If you help me, I'll come home and be a full-time wife. I'll take good care of you, and we can have another child..." I couldn't listen anymore. I stood up and stepped away from her. "This house is my premarital property. Move out immediately, or I'll have your things thrown out on the street." Why would I want a full-time wife who cheats on me and tries to trap me with another man's child?

"Get me off. Now." The smirk vanished completely. His breathing turned heavy, shallow, his chest rising and falling against mine. The submission from him was instant. The command had hit him exactly how I knew it would. It immediately pleased me. Without a single word of argument, he dropped straight to his knees right there by the door. I stood over him, one hand resting casually on his head, looking down with total detachment. The heat in the room was purely physical.

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.”

I throw my half empty water bottle at the back of his head, hitting my target hdead on as he walks down the hall laughing like the fucking manic that he is. that night i dont think i slept more then an hour as i tossed and turnedthinking about the rules Durani gave us and the rules we still have yet to add to her rules. i understand that we shouldnt add rules that arnt for the sub/dom roles we have when we are at home and behind closed door but this is the one thing im going to make clear when we talk about it later.

“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.

I let it. "The rule of debt to historical saviors is abolished." I paused on the word and let it land. "We will no longer extend protection or position on the basis of unverified personal histories. The error that admitted Maria Castella into this house cost us two years and nearly cost us more than that. It will not be repeated. From today, every alliance, every protection, every place at this table will rest on verified standing and present-day loyalty. Nothing else." I looked along the table.

Ever since I got into university, I have had only one dream, and that is to be a staff there, and I will make sure I achieve it. Getting out of the locker room, I met Damon, who was a bartender but also a submissive. Since he was openly gay, he was a sub to Doms who were asexual or gay, and he has been making a lot of money from being a sub. “Where do I start from?” I asked, feeling frustrated. “Firstly, there are rules in that place. You must not look at the play going on for a long time. I know the people doing the play are masked, but you must not stare at them,” he cautioned. “I get it,” I replied. I don’t intend to look at them. “Your work there is to serve the Doms and submissive. You

Find a way to change rules 34 and 46. What is rule number 34 and 46? I flipped back to the pages I skipped and found my answer within those pages. Rule 34: Demons are not, in any form or manner, allowed to have any intimate relationship with any human. Rule 46: No demon is to lay claim to any human children. This was definitely my dad.

“Okay, so no whipping or hurting me. I don’t know if I’d like that.... There are actually a lot of things I haven’t tried out before, like caning and being tied up. I think I’d like to try being tied up, but then we stop if I don’t like it—” “How about we just try things, and if you don’t like it, we stop and never do them again. I also don’t intend to whip you,” he says. I swallow, nodding. “I actually researched some Dom and sub kinks and wrote a list of the ones I’d like to try,” I say. He pours himself a glass of bourbon and takes a sip. “Tell me,” he asks, looking at me with amusement. I pull the piece of paper from the folder I am holding and hand it to him. It basically contains the r