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THE RULES HE SET FOR ME
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I’m his slave. A toy to use. A toy to fuck. A whore for him. A whore for his pleasure. He’s my master, my king. And I… I am nothing.It started when I was fifteen. I was just a kid. An orphan. Alone in the world. He found me. He saved me. Or so he said. He gave me a home, food to eat, clothes to wear. In return, I belonged to him. Forever.His name is Kayden. But that's not what I call him. I'm not allowed. For me he is Master. A god to wroship. He’s tall and muscular. His skin is pale and smooth. His eyes are a piercing blue. Sometimes, when he looks at me, I feel like I’m nothing but air. Like I could disappear and he wouldn’t even notice.But then there are other times. When he touches me. When he fucks me. Those are the moments when I feel most alive. Most wanted. Most needed.Master has many rules for me. Rules I must obey. Rules that govern every aspect of my life. OneRelated chapters
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MATURE CONTENT AHEAD#RULE 1: I WILL SERVE, OBEY, AND PLEASE MY MASTER.I lie naked on a cold, hard surface, my wrists and ankles bound tightly to four wooden posts. The air is thick with anticipation and the faint scent of leather. My heart races as I hear footsteps approaching. The man who owns me, my master, strides into view. His tall, muscular frame is adorned with a black leather harness, accentuating every curve and ridge of his sculpted body. A leash dangles from one hand, its collar sparkling with silver.He kneels down beside me, his dark eyes boring into mine, and speaks in a low, commanding voice. “Bella, look at me.” I comply, my gaze flicking up to meet his. “Do you remember what rule number one is?”I swallow hard, my mouth dry. “Yes, Master.”He smiles, a predatory expression that sends a shiver down my spine. “And do you understand it?”I nod, feeling my cheeks flush with shame and arousal. “Yes, Master. I will serve, obey, and please you.”He reaches up, cupping my c
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MATURE CONTENT AHEAD#RULE 2: I WILL THANK MY MASTER FOR THE DISCIPLINE AND PUNISHMENTS I RECEIVED, SPECIFYING WHAT I RECEIVED AND EXPRESSING THE REASON AS TO WHY I WAS GIVEN THEM.I wake up in the middle of the night, a cool breeze rustling through the sheer curtains of my bedroom. The moon casts a pale, silver light across my quilt, which is folded neatly at the foot of the bed. The air is heavy with anticipation, like I’m on the cusp of something momentous. It’s not until I hear a soft knock on my door that I realize what’s going on.My heart skips a beat as I pad across the room, careful not to make a sound. I pause for a moment, taking a deep breath to steady my nerves, then carefully turn the knob and pull the door open. There stands my Master, dressed head to toe in leather, his eyes gleaming in the dim light.“Little one,” he says softly, his voice sending shivers down my spine, “are yo
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#RULE 3: I WILL NEVER TOUCH MY BREASTS, NIPPLES, PUSSY, OR CLIT WITH MY HANDS OR SEX TOYS IN ANY MANNER WHERE I COULD EXPERIENCE SEXUAL OR SENSUAL PLEASURE WITHOUT PERMISSION FROM MY MASTER.The cold, hard metal of the table presses into my skin, just as it has done a thousand times before. I’m lying face down on the cool surface, my wrists bound tightly above my head, feeling the familiar weight of my Master’s gaze on me. He stands a few feet away, his arms crossed over his broad chest, a predatory smile curling his lips.My body tingles with anticipation, my heart races in my chest. I can’t help but wonder what he has in store for me tonight. The room is dimly lit, the air thick with a mixture of fear and excitement that seems to hang in the air like a tangible thing. I know this place like the back of my hand, every inch of it designed for our unique brand of pleasure and pain.“Are you ready for some edge play, my pet?” he asks, his voice a low, dangerous rumble.I swallow hard, f
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#RULE 4: I WILL WEAR MY COLLAR AND LEASH AT ALL TIMES, EXCEPT WHEN I AM GIVEN PERMISSION TO REMOVE THEM.I glanced at the clock on the wall, my heart pounding with anticipation. It was finally time for our playroom session, where I would submit entirely to my Master’s will. I dutifully walked into the room, my eyes quickly adjusting to the dimly lit atmosphere. My Master stood before me, a devilish grin on his face as he held the leash attached to my collar.“You know the rules, bella,” he said, his voice deep and commanding. “Rule 4: I will wear my collar and leash at all times, except when I am given permission to remove them.”I nodded, my eyes locked onto his. “Yes, Master. I understand.”He pulled on the leash, guiding me towards the center of the room. My heart raced as I felt the cool leather collar around my neck, a constant reminder of my submission to him. I knelt before him, the soft fabric of the leash against my skin as he secured it to my collar.“Good girl,” he murmured
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#RULE 5: I WILL USE MY MOUTH ONLY FOR PLEASING MY MASTER. I WILL NOT USE MY MOUTH FOR ANYTHING UNRELATED TO PLEASE MY MASTER.In the dimly lit room of the large mansion, the air was thick with anticipation and desire. The walls were adorned with leather straps, whips, and other tools of pleasure and pain. A heavy oak table dominated the center of the room, its smooth surface cold and unforgiving. Against one wall stood a tall, imposing St. Andrew’s cross, its arms extended invitingly. In the center of the room, I kneeled on the floor, head bowed respectfully. I had wore only a collar around my neck, a leather choker, and a tight pair of latex shorts.My Master stood before me, towering over me. His presence was commanding, his voice deep and authoritative. He was dressed in an elegant tailored suit, his chest bare save for a leather harness that held a whip and a small vial of lubricant. His eyes scanned over me slowly, taking in my submission, my willingness to please.“Are you ready
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#RULE 6: I WILL WEAR A CHASTITY BELT THAT IS LOCKED AT ALL TIMES, WITH THE ONLY KEY IN THE POSSESSION OF MY MASTER. My heart pounds with anticipation as I lie on my back on the cold, hard table, my wrists and ankles secured to its edges by thick leather straps. I can feel the rough fabric of the tabletop against my bare skin, and the air is thick with the scent of leather and burning candles. I can’t help but shiver with excitement as I glance over at my Master, who stands before me, his dark eyes gleaming in the flickering candlelight.He reaches out and runs his fingers down my stomach, teasing me with the touch. “Are you ready for more?” he asks, his voice low and husky. I nod eagerly, my chest heaving as I try to catch my breath. “Good girl,” he says, and then he’s kneeling between my spread legs, his warm breath fanning my sensitive flesh.The feeling of his lips on my skin sends a jolt of pleasure through me, and I arch my back, unable to contain my moan. His tongue dances over
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#RULE 7: AFTER HAVING THE PUNISHMENT IF I BEHAVE WELL, MASTER SHALL REWARD ME THE WAY HE WANTS.As I kneel in the dimly lit playroom, my heart races with anticipation, knowing that tonight, I’ll be subjected to a sensual and erotic exploration of pain and pleasure. I’ve been looking forward to this session with my Master for weeks. The strict rules he’s laid out for our encounter only add to the excitement.We begin with the familiar ritual of our dynamic, as he enters the room and stands before me, his expression stoic and commanding. As my heart beats faster, I can’t help but admire the power he holds over me - and the pleasure I know he’ll bring me.Master approaches, and without a word, he removes my robe, exposing my bound body to his gaze. I shiver slightly, but remain silent, as per our agreed-upon rule: after the punishment, if I behaved well, my Master shall reward me the way he wants. And right now I am waiting for the same reward.He studies my form, his eyes roaming over e
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#RULE 8: I AM NOT PERMITTED TO SPEAK UNLESS SPOKEN TO. I MAY ONLY RESPOND WITH “YES, MASTER” OR “NO, MASTER” WHEN ADDRESSED.The soft, plush carpet tickles my bare soles as I pad across the playroom. The air is thick with anticipation, and my heart thunders in my chest. I am wearing nothing but a black latex corset that hugs my ribs and emphasizes my every breath, a matching thong, and a pair of knee-high latex boots. My Master is already here, standing before a towering wooden cross. He’s stripped down to just his black leather trousers, revealing every inch of his toned, muscular body. He’s gazing at me with a predatory glint in his eye, his expression unreadable.He clears his throat, and I immediately tense, my body responding to the unspoken command. “You look lovely, my pet,” he says, his voice low and husky. “Are you ready for our little game?”I swallow hard, my throat feeling tight. “Yes, Master,” I whisper, my voice barely audible.He steps forward, his hand cupping my cheek
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The dimly lit room was illuminated only by the flickering candles on the nightstand. The air was thick with anticipation as Claire followed Aiden’s lead, her heart racing in her chest. She felt a thrill of excitement course through her veins as they stepped into the darkened space, the coolness of the floor contrasting sharply with the warmth emanating from Aiden’s body. He guided her to a large wooden table, its surface littered with various tools and implements. As she took in the scene before her, she couldn’t help but wonder what he had planned for their intimate moment together.Aiden turned to face her, his eyes gleaming in the candlelight. “Are you ready, my love?” he whispered, his voice deep and husky. Claire swallowed hard, her pulse racing as she nodded, her heart thudding against her chest. “Good,” he murmured, reaching out to cup her face in his hands. “Because I’ve been thinking about this for weeks.”He led her over to the table, and as they approached, Claire noticed a
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Claire arrived at Aiden’s penthouse, her heart racing with a mixture of excitement and nerves. The luxurious building loomed before her, its sleek exterior a stark contrast to the bustling city streets below. With a sense of determination, she made her way to the entrance, her anticipation mounting with each step.As she reached the door, Claire’s pulse quickened, her hand trembling slightly as she raised it to knock. Before she could make contact, however, she noticed that the door was slightly ajar, as if inviting her inside. A small note was attached to the door, the bold handwriting unmistakably Aiden’s.“Come in. Close the door behind you and wait on your knees by the entrance. - Aiden”Claire’s breath caught in her throat as she read the words, her heart pounding with excitement. With a trembling hand, she pushed the door open and stepped inside, the soft click of the latch echoing through the empty foyer. The room was bathed in a warm, inviting glow, the flickering light of can
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Claire stood in front of her bedroom mirror, her reflection bathed in the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. She took a deep breath, her heart fluttering with a mix of excitement and nerves as she prepared to embark on a journey into the unknown.Her gaze fell on the outfit she had carefully selected for the day—a sleek and sophisticated ensemble that hugged her curves in all the right places. The tailored navy dress exuded confidence and professionalism, while the subtle hints of lace added a touch of femininity and allure.As she slipped into the dress, she couldn’t help but remember the events of the previous night—the way Aiden had touched her, his fingers igniting a fire within her that she had never known existed. The memory sent a shiver down her spine, a tantalizing reminder of the passion and intensity that awaited her.With trembling hands, Claire fastened the buttons of her dress, her mind racing with thoughts of what lay ahead. She smoothed down the fabric,
