Rules For Doms Novels & Stories

“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.

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?

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