Submissive Rules Novels & Stories

"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

"You know what I want." "Say. It." "You." The word came out rough, desperate. "I want you." His pupils dilated, his grip tightening for a second before he released me like I'd burned him. "Fuck." He turned away, both hands bracing against the counter, his head dropped forward. I could see the tension in every line of his body, the way his shoulders rose and fell with each controlled breath. "You can't just say things like that," he said, his voice strained. " Not when Devon could walk in any second."

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

"I hate being watched all the time. I cannot live like this, Dominic." "You will live like this and you will obey me," he said. His voice was rough now. "I did not ask you to get pregnant. This is the consequence of your choices. Now you have to follow my rules. You will not leave the property without John. You will not talk to anyone about the baby or the new security. You will stay quiet and you will stay safe." He took another step and closed the distance between us completely. I was pressed against his chest now. The anger in my body was still raging, but the fear of his control was starting to overwhelm me.

“Lilith was always trying to cross the line between submission and love, and Severiano didn’t like that.” “So…what exactly did he do?” “He reminded her of the rules.” “Rules?” “Yes, Submissives have that with their dominant, right?" Olivia leaned forward slightly. “I heard them argue once or twice, Severiano kept telling her the same thing.” “What?” “That she had to follow the rules.” My heart started to beat a little faster. “And she couldn’t attach feelings.” The words lingered in the air. “That sounds harsh,” I said quietly. “It’s honest.”

“Listen well and listen good, because I won’t be the monster after I give a punishment for breaking a rule. Keep them registered and lock in your brain, you should know I don’t forgive so it’s better you don’t sin and hope for it. The second rule is also vital, don’t you ever ever disrespect me, including it subordinate likes, yelling at me, giving snide responses, I won’t tolerate that. Despite my wicked ways, I learnt to respect you and that I demand it be reciprocated. Are you listening?” Continuing his rules articulation he paused asking to see whether his subject is following. “Yes,” Missy answered nodding her head rapidly to her single word. “Good, the final and last rule is that never

“Yes. I was up all night” “Here” he said, tapping a corner of the table to indicate that I should drop it there. I stood there for a minute, wondering whether I had been dismissed. “Sit” he ordered before I could turn around to leave. I obeyed, and I took my seat on one of the chairs on the opposite side of his desk. “You see, being obedient isn't so hard. Is it?” I nodded. “You need to use your words” “Yes sir” my palms were starting to sweat and I wasn't sure why I was getting uncomfortable around Carter. I looked uneasy and I could tell he could see that too.

After giving a scolding like I’d never had before she proceeded to explain to me how disrespectful it was of me to invite another male into our home, relative or no without seeking permission from my husband. But what made it wars was my utter disregard for the fact that I invited the heir to Chicago to New York inserting myself in their business. Apparently, another boss must seek permission before entering the territory of another, same applies to the heirs, enforces and solders. In some cases, it could be seen as an act of war to disregard this rule. Just like they can conduct business in another’s boss’s territory. Whatever that means. Just the smallest disobeying of the rules can be see

"Now, let's review the new rules, shall we?" My mind raced with anticipation. What would these new rules entail? How far would he go? I bit my lip, torn between excitement and apprehension. "Rule one," Sebastian began, his voice low and commanding. "You will address me as 'sir' at all times whilst we play. Failure to do so will result in immediate punishment." I nodded, my pulse quickening. "Yes, sir," I responded, my voice barely above a whisper. "Rule two: You will obey every command without hesitation. Disobedience or sass will earn you a spanking. The severity will depend on my mood."