Obey Me Novels & Stories

Stay obedient. Don’t touch that pussy. Just wait for my voice like the good girl you are.

He booms out and his alpha command washed over me and I can’t do anything else than obey. I scramble to my feet and start running.

“And if I don’t?” He smiled. “Then we escalate.” ****** I opened the envelope in my room with Jules peeking over my shoulder like we were cracking open top-secret files. Inside was a single sheet of thick parchment. **Assignment #1: Obedience Exercise** **Instructions:** 1. Wear a dress with no underwear; your breasts bare, and your nipples exposed. 2. Submit a five-page essay on the experience: emotional, physical, psychological. Wetness. 3. Deliver it by hand—sealed—in my office by noon.

"You seem to have quite the collection already." As I move to exit the booth, his fingers latch onto my arms, whirling me around to face him. His pupils are dilating and constricting, and I am caught momentarily in whatever web he is trying to weave. "You will obey me! You don't walk away from me. Not now, not ever." Shuddering, I shake my head. Once. Twice. His words ring in my head, again and again, and my entire being revolts in response to his command. *Obey him. Never leave him.* *Obey.* *Obey him.*

Why should this happen to me? “Leon, check him!” He ordered and before I took my next breath, a tall, hefty man was right in front of me. “Come with us!” “Huh?” I gasped. “Where to?” “My friend, you don't argue here. The sovereign unwritten rule here is ‘Obey before complain.’”

He leaned forward, so close that I could feel his breath on my cheek and whispered; “I need you to agree to obey me. To follow commands as and when I say so. I need your compliance. Understand?” I shivered, the sparks once again catching me off guard and disgusting me to the core. “I-I understand.”

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.

Another test of obedience. Desmond’s voice came through next, quiet, controlled. “Sienna, follow exactly what they ask. No mistakes. We have eyes everywhere.” “I understand,” I whispered. Gabriel’s text followed: Stay sharp. They can’t hurt you if you do exactly as we plan. Step after step, I obeyed. Every movement calculated. Every word controlled. Fear threatened to take over, but love kept me moving. Finally, the last message arrived: Bring yourself alone. They’ll return the children if all instructions are followed perfectly.

You have to cook and do all the house chores, Rule number 3; No picking of calls doing work time” he said “But sir;” I tried speaking but he shut me up “I’m not through yet and that’s my rules, you can’t change it;” he said “Alright;” I said lowering my gaze "Rule number 4 which is the last, You must obey my words, anything I ask you to do at any….pick my words, at any time, you must respond immediately;” he said “Ok sir, I’m ready to do anything you ask me to do;” I said thinking it’s gonna be any chores

Please don’t let me die, I still have so many women to bed! Bob the security guard stayed in a hunched position for what seemed like a very long time, praying to every enlighted name he knew, from Jesus to Krishna to Buddha. “Bob…” a voice called out. Bobs eyes shot open and the hair at the back of his neck literally stood up. Shit…no..stay away…. “Bob….” the voice called again. Leave me alone…. A cold bony finger poked his back and Bob screamed, jumping up, “AHHHHHHHH!”