Submissive Rules Novels & Stories

Eve spent the entire trip fondling her servant while casually chatting with the driver about road conditions and possible hurricanes. By the time they got home, Trish was aroused and desperate for sex. Eve ordered her to put her hands against the wall and remain in that position, no matter what. Trish would get her orgasm, but she'd have to remain in that submissive posture for her Mistress to oblige her.

I did break so much of rules for him and I never regret that. And now when I see him, I feel proud that I broke those rules of my own. When I feel him on my arms I feel that sometimes breaking your rules bring you happiness in life along with the risks and sometimes when you break the rules, unexpected result might show up and might take your life to next level.

I managed to say, forcing my expression to remain entirely blank, praying the guilt didn't show on my face. "Read the final operational clauses," he said. I cleared my throat, focusing on the last page. "The submissive must always follow commands instantly, without hesitation, argument, or delay. The submissive will utilize the correct address at all times when within the dynamic. Failure to do so will result in immediate disciplinary action."

I look up at him with confusion. "I'm going to tell you the house rules, they include my rules plus things everyone in the house have to comply to" House Rules: *Be polite. *Taking turns on dishes and cooking. *We are a family, we sit at the table until the meal is over. *Keep your space clean. *Clean any mess you make. *No kink shaming, we respect everyone. *Subs discipline measures are only taken by their dom, in case of any misbehaving talk to the dom.

before I could complete my statement, she chipped in with a scoff. “Rules? I would rather let a dog tie me to a pole than follow your rules. You have never given me any rules and trust me, even if you did, I wouldn’t ever follow them” she said and I didn’t think she knew this but the more she said those words, the angrier I became. I gritted my teeth as I stared at her, she claimed to not ever follow the rules even if I gave her one didn’t she? I would show her why I was a feared beta and more importantly, why I was a dominant and she was my submissive.

"Try me." At those words, she looked at him for a few minutes then sighed. "It's Bondage, Discipline or Dominant, Sadomasochism or Submissive and Masochism. In my own case, I'd be your Dominant and you'd be my submissive. I, or this situation rather, is usually called femdom." "Female dominant." She nodded. "Yes," "What do Subs do?" "They're different, for every Dom, but with you, my rules wouldn't be too much. My stepfather wants me having a sub for our training and he keeps bringing people I don't like. If I present you, I'm sure he'd be pleased."

I VOW TO DEVOTE MYSELF TO HER PLEASURE, TO WORSHIP HER, TO BECOME A GOOD SLAVE FOR HER. Whip! Whip! I WILLINGLY ACCEPT THE FOLLOWING UNBREAKABLE RULES AS THE CONDITIONS OF OUR RELATIONSHIP: Whip! Whip! Whip! RULE NO. 1: I SHALL NOT SUBMIT TO NO ONE ELSE BUT MY MISTRESS. I SHALL NOT ENGAGE IN ANY SEXUAL RELATIONSHIP WITH ANY OTHER WOMAN WITHOUT THE EXPLICIT ORDER/CONSENT OF MY MISTRESS. I HEREBY SURRENDER EXCLUSIVE RIGHT OF OWNERSHIP OVER MY BODY, MIND, SOUL TO MY MISTRESS.

“If you want me to accept you as my stepsister, then there’s only one thing you need to do.” I looked at him carefully while he was looking at me as well. I wonder if he’s being sincere with his conditions. I don’t seem to trust him anymore after the way he lied and pretended that we’re fine with each other. “What is it?” I asked. “You need to follow all my rules,” he replied. “And how many rules do you have?” He stopped poking my head before showing me his five fingers. “Rule 5: Stay away from my personal businesses…” “Whoa… who gives a set of rules counting backward?” I commented.