Submissive Rules Novels & Stories

I tried to come up and meet him halfway, but he wouldn’t have any of that. “I think it’s time to read the rules out to you, my love. I am the Dom and you are my submissive. That simply means that I am in absolute control. I am not a closet sub, Graciela. I don’t only want you to obey me whenever we are in the bedroom, at all times, I want you to be submissive to me, but when we are in this room, you are going to be one hundred percent submissive to me. You won’t disobey me, you will do everything I ask without question or complaints. If you disobey me, I will punish you.” He told me, making me widen my eyes in shock, making him chuckle at my reaction.

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.

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.

"You think you can just leave me?" "The threat of leaving makes staying worthwhile," she breathed in a whisper. A self-complacent, slow smile creased his face. "Go on." "Clause Two: The Master commits to receive this gift and, in receiving it, promises that he will put the happiness, safety, and welfare of the Submissive before his own pleasure. His dominance is complete but one based on trust acquired, not supernatural coercion." His hand finally touched hers, his thumb stroking over the curve of her lower lip. It was his first touch, and it was like an electric charge into her gut. She drew breath rapidly, her delicate hold on control shattering.

He slowly reaches out and scrolls through the document on the tablet until he hits the specific section. “Prior Claim,” he says slowly, leaning back in his chair. “A senior Dominant may claim exclusive, unappealable training and disciplinary rights over a submissive if a documented, foundational history exists prior to their entry into the club ecosystem–” “–specifically, if the Dominant was the one to first claim her innocence,” I complete the sentence for him. “I took her virginity twelve years ago which means by the club’s own rules, I have prior claim. She belongs under my care.”

“No. It’s when you want it. When you ask for it. Or when I think you need it. Some people bring it into their daily life. Others keep it to the bedroom.” She tilts her head. “During the day? How?” I set the pen down, meeting her gaze. “I don’t think you’re ready for something full-time.” “You think. You don’t know,” she says quickly, her voice sharper now. I nod slowly. “Alright. So, there’s something called twenty-four seven. That’s where the submissive follows the dominant’s rules all day. Not just in scenes. It can be simple things, eating three full meals, drinking enough water, taking breaks when she’s working. Things that keep her healthy.”