Rules For A Little Novels & Stories

The duct tape embedded on my lips tasted bitter. The glass windows left no option for ventilation, forming sweat droplets that glued my messed hair strands into my sweaty cheek. He leaned closer and kneeled. Without saying a word, he untied only my hands' ropes, leaving my feet glued to the chair sticks. He then grabbed the silver tape without a single stutter, which burned my lips. "Listen, we will play by my rules here," he said with an unclear voice through the mask. "What do you want?!" "Rule number one, I am the only one who can speak."

I ask her. "And then you can discuss punishment and special rules," she explains to us. "Do you want to read it? Or should I read it?" Nickolai offers me, but I pay better attention while I'm reading. "I'll read it, thank you," I say wanting to see the papers for myself, I started reading right away. Dom and Littles contract. Definition: A little is someone who regresses to a younger headspace, the expected headspace is between three and four.

The all mumble back are response at him, while some of them growl but not loud enough for me to identify the person and Ron growls back at them before he continued speaking "I'm sure you all know the person that is standing beside me. This is Ivy, the only daughter of the late sheriff John and she will be taking over her father's position in this department. Like we all discussed yesterday, you all are expected to follow her rules and do what she says unless it is proven to be a bad conduct and anybody caught disobeying her will face the consequences of his or her actions, I hope I am clear about that?" He paused to get a response from them and when he got only mumbles again he asked more fi

Callina says. "Molly is a picky eater so maybe a eat what I give you rule?" Jace says. "Millie is a smarty pants, no talking back rule," Mathéo adds. "No sucking on our clothes or their thumbs, they both need to use their pacifiers," Callina adds too. "No running in the house, inside voices, no candy without permission, tv is only allowed after their homework and on Saturdays morning," Mathéo adds as a final rule.

I reply honestly, we're open with each other and never hide things from each other. "And the rules?" she asks "Littles are littles respect them and their little space. If a little misbehave you tell their dom or CG" I tell her, it's just a simple respect rule but we like to remind everyone with it whenever we have a new dom or little. "And how many littles did you have before" she fires back, I think she's jealous which I find adorable again, respecting her feeling I keep a straight face instead of cooing at how adorable she is.

The only source of light now was the full moon, street lamps, and light from the bulb and it was less crowdy. From the distance, I saw a woman holding her little girl as they sauntered and another man jogging downtown. Somewhere down the street, a rap contest and crowd cheers sounded. I was humming a song as I walked now half-conscious of my environment. …I’m ain't your son. You ain't my father. So just sleep off if you want to and stop getting me worried. Worried. Worried...

Rules: 1-Bed time is 10 pm for weekdays, 11 for weekends. 2-Eat three meals a day. 3-No sweets without asking. 4-Dress according to the weather. 5-Screen time is allowed with moderation. 6-Bath or shower every night before bed. 7-No going out without taking permission first. 8-No hiding secrets. 9-No cursing or bad words. 10-Tell me if you break a rule. "These are just the primary ones, rules can be modified and altered, there's also a note that says Emilio would be the full provider during the relation, it's not a full rule but it's an unwritten one"

I’ll start reading it, or maybe I can search for terms within it and find out more. A text from Adonis telling me to meet him in the hallway in ten minutes pulls me out of my thoughts and I pull my denim mini skirt up then check my reflection. Do my little buds look more like tiny breasts today? I know my nipples are both erect and puffy, but they are tingling and I can’t be certain. I slide into platform wedges. One of the benefits of being only five foot eight and having a boyfriend over six foot five is I can wear even the highest heels or platforms and still be tiny comparatively. No one expects the tiny ones to kick their ass even if I can.

I say, getting the paper and pen ready to write the stupid rules that I don't plan on following. Calesti Rules: *No magic unsepervised (U wish!) *Bed time is 10 pm (Never) *Eat three meals a day (nut hungry) *Ask before eating any candy (In your dreams) *Witches classes starts tomorrow (Nu thank u) *Use your little items, includes diaper, pacifier, toys, bottles...(Sure) *Obey me, disobedience would lead to punishment (Maybe I should tell Lucy u disobeyed him) "And what should I call you oh great master?" I ask him with sass filling my voice.