Rules For Subs Novels & Stories

Bella laughs, but after a moment cuts herself off, giving me a weird look. "Uhm, actually I'm not quite sure how to, ah, behave myself today?" I grin at her at her question, but it is Beth who answers. "Of course it's your Master's right to impose his own rules on you, but the general house rules are that you try to keep up a friendly, polite code of conduct, while being your chipper self. If, as a sub, you feel like it is easier for you not to address any tops you talk to by their names you might want to stick

I wasn't even done settling our scores. Over the next few days, everyone gossiped about Nathan on the college forums. "I heard Nathan was disqualified." "What I heard was that he had one too many drinks and signed marriage papers with Cordelia at a club." "Exactly. And now that his father-in-law is behind bars, he failed the background check. They voided all his assessment results." "Serves him right! I heard he dumped his girlfriend of four years just so he could climb the social ladder. This is instant karma!"

The Submissive agrees to be open to this guidance, while maintaining their personal integrity and emotional well-being. Clause 8: Role Play and Exploration The Submissive agrees to explore various forms of role-play and power dynamics within their relationship, as long as it adheres to the agreed-upon rules and boundaries. Both parties agree to maintain open communication about any role-play scenarios, ensuring mutual satisfaction and consent. Clause 9: Discretion and Privacy Both parties agree to respect the privacy and confidentiality of their relationship. Any activities, discussions, or experiences outside of the relationship should not be shared with others without mutual consent. This

Inayat smiled warmly and cupped her cheek. “I know, Aabroo.” Her voice was soft. “There’s a fire inside you that only burns when man-made rules try to cage what’s right. And that fire — don’t ever let it go out.” She glanced over her shoulder. “And I’m sure Raj meant no harm.” A smile bloomed on Aabroo’s lips. “Thank you for understanding me.” Inayat kissed her cheek. “Ah, you’re my daughter, my love.” She brushed her fingers gently down Aabroo’s arm. “Now go to bed. It’s late, and you’ve had enough fire for one night.”

It was a brown big box with paper with a little writing on it. From: Happy Scholarships To: Todd Thomas ' I hope I'm happy in the end,' I muttered sarcastically and slit the seal. I opened the box and saw a white envelope with the same notes: From: Happy Scholarships To: Todd Thomas I took it and checked the back if there were any notes but found none so I just tore open the envelope and took out the letter. It was short and it looked precise. Dear Applicant Todd Thomas, We appreciate your effort and time to apply for Happy Scholarships but we regret to inform you that you were not selected among the chosen. We ask for your patience and understanding. You can apply next year and can be possi

“I knew you wouldn’t come empty-handed.” “And you should also know that I won’t leave my seat empty.” He tapped the floor with his cane and ordered, “State your conditions.” I met every eye in the room. “First, the port remains under my direct control. Second, everyone left from Drake’s operation will be re-evaluated. Third, from today on, finance, security, and warehousing must be separate. No one person holds everything. Fourth–” I paused, glancing at the old man who’d advised me to go home earlier.

“At least for sub’s they have something to use in defence?” “Don’t worry.” She smiles knowingly. “Your dad kind of changed the rules a bit. The defects are like secret weapons for a team’s offensive unit. Their roles are a bit similar to that of a quarterback in a football game, and though they have the strength, the team does everything in their power to protect the defects. The rules go like this, the elemental’s and subs are allowed to use their powers but if done against a defect in an attempt to “purposefully” hurt the defect then the team is out of the game.”

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."

Ava’s POV There were only a few rules I lived by in college. Rule number one? Never fall for a jock. It wasn’t just a personal preference. It was survival; I had to avoid them in order to do well. I had seen too many smart girls throw away their GPA for a 6'0 something guy with biceps, a quarterback playboy and a bad attendance record. Not me, no way, I'll never do that, that's how I survived my first year in Westbridge University, and I'm not going to break that rule in my second year.

"Rule 6: First timers are not allowed to participate sexually unless they have an official STD test from an actual medical doctor and bring proof of this with them." "Rule 7: Any submissives," he said, looking over at Zeke, then Danielle, and finally Amy, "are expected to follow Member commands as they would follow their own Master or Mistresses commands." The three submissives in the room all grinned widely and nodded emphatically but didn't dare respond.