Submissive Rules Novels & Stories

She exhaled and shivered, the temperature in the room was unbearable and her hands shook. “Am cold Draven.” She whimpered. “What are the rules a sub must put up with?” He asked again. “You must be completely trustworthy and honest with your Dominant. You must give your Dominant your absolute loyalty. You must at all times be respectful of your Dominant, their rules and their wishes.” She replied with a shaky voice. “Are you abiding by that?” “No.” She muttered and lifted her shaky hands, she wrapped it around herself to feel a little bit warm.

"Don't make me angry, okay?" Still, there was no response, which only fueled Sam's passion and anger even more. "Answer!" Sam demanded, his voice thundering. It was terrifying and caused Beatrice to quickly nod. That made Sam smile with satisfaction, but he still didn't release his grip. There was one more thing he needed to emphasize to Beatrice. "Third rule," Sam said. This time he spoke with commanding eyes. It was not to be questioned, and Beatrice knew that if she violated it, severe punishment would follow. What exactly it was, Beatrice didn't know.

I saw understanding and maybe even excitement in her eyes but needed the words. "If you understand, you may answer, Yes, Master." "Yes, Master. I understand the rules so far." Honey whispered in her submissive voice. Which reminds me. "When I use my Dom voice to command you at any time, you are my sub, and not my girlfriend. For the next year, you are my sub and these rules will apply. I won't abuse you. We will negotiate everything. Anything you are uncomfortable with we will discuss before it happens. I like to check with you during a scene as well to make sure you are doing fine. After we begin a scene, it will not stop until you use your safe words. Do you understand these new rules, Hon

"Or is that not going to be brought up? Do you have any excuse for that?" Nate folded his arms, mumbling a few curses but inaudible for her to hear. She returned her attention to the road and started on her list. "Anyways, here is all the things you need to focus on. First, no boys." He chuckled while shaking his head. "You're out of your mind." "You can still have sex with them," she shrugged her shoulders. "But no relationships because that's the whole reason your behind." He waved his hand, not wanting to hear anymore about her boy rule. "What else?"

She listed and flipped to the next page that contains the rules. She read them for a while and sighed, she looked up at Damien and she froze when she realized he was staring at her. “Is something wrong?” “No, you can go on.” He said and she nodded before turning back to the rules. “Okay, all of these rules seem okay to me, I just have a few questions.” “I am all ears.” “It says here that I can't touch you, why is that?” “Because you are the submissive, you have to tender yourself to me, not myself to you.”

My thumb scrolled down again, this time, my spirit tugged me towards a section labelled; correction. My breath hitched. ‘The submissive is expected to obey the dominant in all things without question. She is to procure the services of a gynaecologist of the Dominant’s choice every three months for contraceptives. The submissive shall be punished with any or more of these things once the dominant sees her actions as requiring such treatment…. Does the submissive consent to the use of;

"Rule 2: For the duration of our relationship, you may not entertain any other man in your personal, sexual, or emotional life. Fidelity remains absolute. Rule 3: You are prohibited from relieving yourself sexually by artificial means, including toys, vibrators, or any such devices. Your release shall be mine to command solely. Rule 4: I reserve the right to touch you at any time, in any manner I choose, without prior permission. Rule 5: You may not touch me during our encounters unless granted permission. Neither may you initiate kisses or intimacy. Rule 6: You are entitled to ask for clarity or for me to withdraw should you feel overwhelmed or uncomfortable. Our safe word is "stop." Such a

"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 to the usual 'Madam' or 'Sir', unless they allow or require of you to call them by any other designation." She then leans a little closer, winking conspiratorially. "There are a few sticklers for proper behavior around, so if you want to impress them with your submissive obedience towards your Dom, stick with calling him 'Master' exclusively today. You know I don't give a damn, but

He instructed, and I obeyed without hesitation, keeping my head lowered. “Hold the position.” A minute passed without further instructions, so I began to lift my head to see what he was doing. “Keep your head down, I didn't allow you to raise your head and look at me. Dominants are very strict regarding their submissive's posture and behavior. You are not to look into your Dom's eyes unless they are offered to. Understood?” “Yes, sir.” I murmured.

“But I did bring this.” “What's that?” “Rules. Rules we follow now that we're boyfriend and girlfriend.” “Fake.” I corrected, laying emphasis. I collected the paper from his hands and read through. “The fake relationship contract.” I laughed and continued reading while he relaxed back, watching the surroundings. “Rules we follow. Number 1. No intimacy, strictly platonic.” I laughed. Of course. We're not doing that. My eyes went back to the paper. “Unless Sharing kisses and hugs in front of everyone in the rink and in the classroom.” I gulped. “Two, always display PDA to make the relationship look real. Three, Must follow Trevor to the rink to snap and cheer. Four, Always be together especial