A/N: I am trying to not make this dirty or even raunchy, but it is a story based on an erotica. So, the smut will be coming soon. None in this update. I hope you enjoy this, and I hope you are all well. Love, Joanne.

As a submissive you will be subjected to the following rules:

The dominant will give you a salary to spend however which way you like. From now on, you will no longer be paying rent or bills.

The dominant will be supplying all grocery, clothing, entertainment, and other supplies that the submissive may need as he sees fit.

You as the submissive will obey all commands unless strictly outlined in the contract that it is a "hard" task.

You will come up with a safe word in case that there comes a point where you reach a "hard" task.

You will speak to no one about the orders of the dominant, the experiences you go through with the dominant, or anything regarding your relationship with the dominant. Failure to comply will lead to drastic consequences.

You will shower regularly, and you will be kept groomed in all bodily aspects.

Should any questions or comments arise, or rule changes or additions, please make note here:

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Mr. Gold

There were so many pages in his damned contract, but I turned to gaze at the rules. Hmm, I could get used to someone spending money on me. I was curious as to how far I was willing to go, and what the heck was a "hard" task?

"So, how are you feeling about this so far?" asked Mr. Gold. "In essence, should you sign, this contract will legally bind you to me. You will follow all of my orders unless it is a hard task, in which you will tell me with the safe word. That is the only time I will ever let you have control. It is my ultimate desire to have control, but not at the cost of rendering you uncomfortable or in pain. That's not my intent. My every intent is to keep both of us VERY satisfied."

I shivered even though the room was comfortably warm. "So, basically you want to control my life," I said slowly. "Would this mean I would have to quit my job?"

"More than likely if you sign the contract," said Mr. Gold. He gave me a small smile. "Would you like to demonstrate what I expect from you with me?"

I nodded nervously, and he took my hand. I felt something akin to a lightning bolt shoot up my arm as our hands touched, and I cried out.

The beauty lived in constant fear of invasion. Avonlea's armed forces were strong, but they could only hold off so many ogres for so long. "My lady, do not fear," Sir Gaston whispered tenderly to his soon to be bride. "I will not let them near you."

"You are very gallant," said Belle with a polite smile. She felt no feelings for her soon to be husband, it was an arranged marriage that was set up by her father once she had grown into womanhood. She walked towards her father, who sat on his throne. The ermined King Maurice sat there, dressed in noble purple robes and a golden ornate crown. Belle's gold ruffled dress billowed around her as she knelt at her father's feet.

"Damn!" her father cursed as he pounded his fist on the armrest of his throne. "The kingdom to the north has fallen! It will not be too long before Avonlea falls next!"

King Maurice's already lined and aged face looked more tiresome and worried than ever. "Is there nothing that we can do?" the beauty asked her father, taking his hand in hers. "There must be a way…"

"A way to defeat an infinite amount of ogres?" asked Sir Gaston. "Our men can fight, but we will never be able to defeat them."

"Gods, if only there was a way!" the King covered his face with his hands, and the beauty stood up, and tried her best to comfort her father, the last living relative she had.

"There is!" said a strange voice. The King and his Princess daughter stood and turned to the curiously dressed man who had just appeared and spoken.

"Who are you?" asked King Maurice wearily.

"The answer to your prayers!" chortled the imp gleefully. "Rumplestilzkin, at your service."

"Y-you can save our people, and our kingdom?" trembled Belle.

"Yes, I can dearie," said the Dark One in a deep and dark voice. "For a price."

"Name it," said the King impatiently.

"Her," said Rumplestilzkin as he pointed at the beautiful Princess Belle.

"The lady is engaged," said Sir Gaston, stepping in front of Belle protectively. It was almost as if the knight expected the beastly creature to take her and ravish her before his very eyes.

"Did I ASK if the lady was engaged?" said the Deal Maker as he stepped towards Sir Gaston. "I'm not looking for 'love!'" The last word he spat out as if it was a disgusting taste in his mouth. "I'm looking for a caretaker for my rather large estate."

He tented his fingers, peering at the haggard King, waiting for his response. "Your services are not needed here," sighed the weary King Maurice. "Go."

The imp sighed heavily to himself. Sir Gaston pushed Belle out of Rumplestilzkin's range, stepping protectively in front of her. The beauty had had enough. She wasn't some rag doll that could be pushed around. There was a kingdom, and more importantly, lives at stake. Her father was sparing her, and in doing so, letting his whole kingdom and the lives of countless people perish. She wasn't going to let it stand, not for a long shot.

"WAIT!" Belle cried. The magical imp paused mid step, then twirled on his heel to face the beauty. Her heels clacked against the marble floor as she walked towards Rumplestilzkin, and looked into his cold, reptilian eyes. "I will go with you."

"Belle!"

"Belle, no!"

"It's forever dearie," smirked the Dark One.

"Please, papa," Belle sighed as she turned towards King Maurice. "No one decides my fate but me. I cannot let our people die if I can change things."

"I cannot let my only child, my daughter go away with that- that beast!"

The "beast" gasped at the King's words, feigning hurt and shock. Belle took in the so called beast as she set her blue eyes on him. From his head to his pointy toed shoes, Rumplestilzkin was a creature of intrigue. He wore a dragon skin vest with a spikey collar over a black long sleeved shirt and black tight leather pants. The imp exuded mystery, intrigue, and danger.

"I will go with you," said Belle, a hint of finality in her voice. "Forever."

"DEAL!" cackled the Deal Maker joyfully.

"NO!" cried King Maurice. Belle ran to her father's side, and hugged the sobbing King.

"I will be alright," said Belle as she looked into her father's tear strewn face. "It's for the best."

"There's nothing you can do now," said Rumplestilzkin as he put a hand on the beauty's shoulder. "The deal has been struck. Come along now, dearie."

And with that, the beast took the beauty's arm, taking her away from her kingdom forever.