Rules For Subs Novels & Stories

Owen praised, while demonstrating her figure with his hand, and Carson chuckled. “Man! Calm down a bit. You're definitely becoming worse than I thought. How about the girl you met two weeks back at the ice cream store? Don't tell me you broke up already.” Carson inquired with his voice echoing with sarcasm. “You know the rules, man. We don't fall in love, and she wanted more than it should be. I had to break it off.” Owen answered, without feeling remorseful for a bit. “I see. So, who is the new girl now, huh? Because I know you haven't been single for a whole week. That's not possible.” Carson added and stared at his direction with a smile on his face.

I was eighteen, legally an adult, and the way he was looking at me right now made that very, very clear. "Jake." His voice was deeper than I remembered. Without breaking eye contact, he ran the towel over his face, then down his chest. "Good to see you. Devon said you'd be joining us." "Yeah." My voice came out strained. I cleared my throat. "Thanks for having me, Mr. Chen." He looked amused for a moment, "You're eighteen now. Marcus is fine." Marcus. He said it, slowly, like he was daring me to use his first name, to cross that invisible line between kid and adult.

I commented. Eun-woo ignored me as he continued, “Rule 4: Don’t approach me just because you wanted to; Rule 3: Don’t try to talk to me if it’s not something educational-related; Rule 2: Don’t act as you know me personally; And most importantly, Rule 1: Never let anyone we’re step-siblings no matter what.” “Whoa… look who’s talking,” I mocked him. “Aren’t you the one doing as you pleased between the two of us?”

“Yes, my way. Now, listen.” “Okay. All ears.” He lays his back on the couch and placed his legs up above the the couch, folding his arms. His socked feet were almost brushing my body. “Rule number one, this is fake.” “Yeah. I never said it was real.” “Let me finish. I mean fake fake, no romance, no intimacy. No flirting, no touching. Unless handshakes for agreement or formal hugs for filming.” I looked at his face and he was grinning. “What? This isn't funny.”

Subs are not allowed to speak at all without express permission, which should only be given when absolutely necessary. Subs do not raise their eyes above their dom's chest. Eye contact is like saying cunt in front of the queen or something. Subs do not initiate touch. Subs do not ask their doms for anything. They take what they’re given. Subs kneel next to their doms with their eyes on the floor when they’re not in a scene. Subs only address their doms as “Sir” or “Master”. They don’t slip and call them by their first names.

--- Because once you reject the rules— --- You have to create new ones. --- And those— --- Can either save everything. --- Or destroy it completely.

Bianca asked, with a worried look, while she clenched her fists. “Before you start, I must state the rules: Candidates must fight in their fully shifted werewolf form. No external weapons of any kind, no use of any form of magic or magical objects. No external interference of any kind, and most importantly, no deathblows. The goal is incapacitation or submission, not death. The trial ends only when one of the candidates physically submits, or is rendered fully incapacitated and can no longer continue.” Brynn said. Theodore and Lucius looked at each other, and Lucius gave a death smirk. He looked desperate to win, even if it meant breaking the rules.

Marcus said, his deep voice calm but leaving no room for argument. Noah continued, “This weekend is about complete surrender. If you want to stay with us, you’ll follow these rules.” I swallowed hard, heart racing. Marcus listed them one by one, eyes locked on mine: “First — when you’re with us, you never wear panties. Ever. Your pussy stays accessible to us at all times.” “Second — you will ask for permission before you cum. Always.” “Third — you will address both of us as ‘Sir’ for the rest of this weekend.”

Liora winced playfully and smiled. “See? The little council in here sides with me.” Xavier looked at her belly, then lifted his gaze to hers. “That little council belongs to me as well.” “Fine, Mr. Chairman,” Liora gave a mock salute. “Any new regulations?” “Yes.” He leaned in, his voice dropping an octave. “You’re forbidden from putting the words ‘like’ and ‘Max’ in the same sentence unless they’re followed by ‘in the past’ and ‘now my husband Xavier.’ Complete, no abbreviations.”

"Do the ritual if you must, but don't expect me to pretend I feel anything but revulsion." "The union must be witnessed," the Wolf-Mask announced. "Wait." The voice came from the shadows behind the Council. Marcus stepped forward. He wasn't wearing a mask. He was wearing a smile that made my stomach drop through the floor. He held a tablet in his hand, the screen glowing in the dim light. "We’re getting ahead of ourselves," Marcus said. "Before the 'union,' we need to clear the air. About loyalty. About... family." He turned the tablet toward me.