Obey Me Answers Novels & Stories

"That's right. I know a few instructors from an etiquette school. They specialize in dealing with defiant and rebellious people. If he can endure the instructors' punishments, then we can feel at ease bringing him home with us." My parents hesitated, a trace of reluctance flashing through their eyes. "Cal, it's only a small test. Just bear with it," Mom said. I obediently nodded, my gaze still. Soon, two men dressed in black came in. One of them pointed the tip of an electroshock baton at my throat. I didn't dodge. I even leaned forward obligingly. Crackling sounds filled the air as the electricity shot through my veins like poisoned needles. It felt like I had something gnawing on my bones.

I had to make sure that I understood it correctly. "You have your option to back out," he reminded. "I won't force you unless you sign this contract, it means you agree to everything." But how he would explain it to his family once I backout? Is it that easy to replace me? "What kind of obey? I've been doing it since the moment I stoop my feet in your company," I said. He smiled. "That's different kind of obey. It's like we're playing a game, Iris. An obey punishments has rules and another consequence awaits if you fail to do it."

The adrenaline rush through her system of his dark expression towards her and she hoped she hadn’t gotten on his bad side already. “I never wanted to do this, but I guess I have to. I will be initiating some certain rules. Rules you have follow, and once erred earned you a punishment, one that won’t be nice at all. And the first rule is for you to learn how to OBEY ME!”

"And when I talk to you and you want to answer, after saying whatever you want to say, you will address me as master. Addressing me as master is compulsory at all times; whether you want to say something or you want to reply to my question or you are delivering a message for me. Is that clear?" "Yes, master. Yes, it is," I hurriedly replied. "Good," he said and nodded in satisfaction. Now here are the rules. Listen carefully as I call them out." "Yes, master," I replied again. "The first rule is that you are to obey my every order, rule and direction. You must never go against me or do what I did not assign you to do. If you go against it, that means punishments. I have a list of penances I

“How…? How do I go about it? Do I just lie on my back and let them do whatever they want?” “Oh no. No, no, no, my dear. This is where you set rules. This is where you show them you owe your body, not them. You do it at your pace and force them to obey.” I sat up slowly. “O-obey?” “Oh, yes, my dear.

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I had going to show them what happens when they questioned my authority. "You want an answer?" I snarled, my voice promising danger. "I’ll give you an answer, assholes. You can’t demand for things like I'm some Omega in your service. You are to obey me, and respect me. And you will get out of my office right now before I lose my patience."

And I do not allow what is mine to be damaged. Rule #3: Honesty is required. Obedience is learned. You are not expected to obey me immediately. You are expected to be truthful. If you are afraid, you will say it. If you are angry, you will say it. If you feel unsafe, you will say it. Silence creates mistakes, and mistakes create consequences. Rule #4: You will not run. Not because I would enjoy stopping you, but because there are things beyond my territory that would not return you alive.

My muscles lock. “Look at you,” the elder says softly. “Still loyal.” My heart pounds against my ribs. Wild. Angry. “I will kill you,” I swear. The elder chuckles. “Not yet.” The symbol flares brighter. A voice fills my head. Low. Ancient. Obey. I grit my teeth until pain slices my gums. “No,” I whisper. Obey. I think of Aria. Her voice. Her strength. Her fire. Obey. I scream.

The word trembled from her lips, and it seared him like a hot poker, shoving a hot slam of desire up his cock. To reward her, he moved to her side and cupped her cheek in his palm. “You need to face yourself, cher. I’m not the enemy here. I can help you.” “I just can’t stop thinking that—” “You know the rules. Don’t think. Just obey.” She sighed. “I’ve never been good at obedience, sir. Ask my mother.” Smiling, he promised, “I’ll never ask you to clean your room or take out the trash. Obeying me will be a lot more pleasurable.”