Submissive Rules Novels & Stories

I stare off into the distance, letting myself imagine—just for a moment. Would this be my life one day? A home of my own. Pets who adore me. Freedom. Love. Someone who truly sees me. I wish. But deep down, I doubt it. Deep down, I know I'll get the opposite. The two of them walk over after a while, arms linked, and I smile softly as Mark takes a seat opposite me. He studies me with interest. I tilt my head playfully. “What?” I ask. “You’re very different from a standard submissive,” he says eventually. I shrug. “I don't think so. The other girls are better actors. Also, I just suck at following rules. Plus, I have sensitive knees, so that’s a no-go.”

That night, the intoxicating scent filled the room again. … After a week of this, I couldn't take it anymore. I angrily set some rules and boundaries, telling Neal that he couldn't be so indulgent. However, he countered, "We've already been married for a decade, darling. If you average it out, we really haven't done it that many times." I fell silent. I couldn't think of anything to refute him. He saw through me and snickered. I feigned anger and turned away from him. He hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, darling. How about you hit me again?"

I will implicate any punishment that I see fit should you fail to uphold this contract and break our rules. I ask for ownership of your mind, body and soul with the understanding that your physical, emotional and mental safety will be cared for. Risk of life or livelihood allows for termination of this contract. The submissive's rules and expectations: written by The Dominant specifically for The Submissive -No guns in my house or at the club -Stop smoking when stressed -No masturbating -Never be ashamed of your kinks The Submissive I, Vincent Romano, request of Damian Black the acceptance of my submission. I grant ownership of my mind and body and accept your care and protection of free wil

I said loudly with an authoritative voice. Yeah, I did just so they knew that I am not happy with what they were doing. And also, I knew they might not hear me because of the loud music coming from where we are standing right now. That's why I said that in that way. I was pretty relieved as they paid me their attention. Oh god! I thought they’ll just keep on talking to their damn men! “Oh sorry, sissy. We’ve just finished our negotiations..” Summer uttered sarcastically. I noticed she was still peeking at that man. Looks like she’s hoping and waiting for that man to glance at her.

Marcus' deep voice resonated the walls which made Ann shudder and jolted her attention to him while he strode into the sitting room. She stood up from the coach and straightened herself to avoid wrinkles on her clothes. "No problem, sex doctor". Ann said, trying to fake a calm voice even though the tone of reverberating anger was in her voice. "Miss Ann I have rules". Marcus strode towards her and stood at her path as he said. "What... what... what...what rules?". Ann stuttered in response. "Rules of being my submissive ". Marcus replied calmly.

"But I don't reward manipulation. I reward discipline. Since you've decided to treat my course like a playground, I think it's time we implemented some strict rules for your... tutoring." "Rules?" I breathed, my pussy pulsing, leaking a thick trail of arousal down my thighs. "Yes. Rules," he said, his grip tightening slightly. "From this moment on, you are not a student in this office. You are a subordinate. You will speak when spoken to. You will do exactly as you are told. And every time you fail to meet my standards, there will be a physical consequence. Do you understand?" The dominance in his tone was intoxicating. I felt my knees go weak.

You could imagine the disbelief I felt as I walked into the packhouse and the attendants began teaching me how to please a man, how to perform my utmost best. And one of the first rules they mentioned was painfully clear, Be submissive. Do whatever the Alphas tell you to do. And under no circumstances… resist. I swallowed nervously and sank to my knees in front of Alpha Claude. My body trembled with fear, but I tried not to let it show as I reached for his pants, about to pull them down and do what the attendants had taught me. But before I could, his hand shot out and grabbed mine, catching me off guard.

"Rule five: You submit to Daddy's touch whenever he wants. Your body belongs to Daddy. I can touch you, fuck you, use you whenever I need. Unless you safe word." "Yes, Daddy." "Rule six: You wear Daddy's scent every day. I'll scent mark you every morning. Make sure everyone knows you're mine." "Yes, Daddy." "And in return, Daddy takes care of everything. Makes decisions. Protects you. Loves you. Provides for you. Your only job is to be my good boy. To submit. To obey. Can you do that?" "Yes, Daddy. I can do that." "Good boy. Now, let's seal these rules with your body. Present for Daddy. Show me you accept these rules."

Servitude: The Omega forfeits all personal rights and becomes the Alpha’s servant, performing tasks regardless of how degrading. Rule 3. No Defense: The Omega cannot defend themselves against insults, bullying, or harassment from the Alpha or their allies. Rule 4. Public Marking: The Omega must wear a visible mark of submission at all times, signifying their inferior status. Rule 5. Isolation: The Omega is forbidden from associating with anyone without the Alpha's permission. …and more.

Victor turned back to the page, his eyes scanning the draconian lines: By signing, the Subordinate grants total authority over his physical form to both Owners. This includes, but is not limited to, dietary restrictions(1), wardrobe mandates(2), and ritual sexual acts(3). Victor skipped to the footnotes. His blood went cold. (1) sexual Acts: The subordinate shall provide relief to both owners upon request, regardless of moon phase, time of day, or territory. This includes oral, primal, and penetrating sex. All encounters may be recorded for the private owner's archives.