1. Since it’s summer – no pants or shorts – only skirts or dresses.
2. No panties can be worn at any time, with the exception of a bikini bottom if we are in public.
3. A bra may be worn only with permission.
4. Each morning and night, S will have a cock in my mouth – either Milord’s or someone of his choosing.
5. When exercising, S will be in the nude.
6. S will keep her pussy will be clean shaven at all times.
7. S will drink at least 8 glasses of water a day
8. When Milord inserts a plug, only he may remove it. S may not remind him of it or beg to have it removed.
9. Naturally, Milord has use of in any way he chooses, at any time. No complaints unless S is ill or in pain.
10. S will avoid being in the sun for prolonged periods of time, and if exposed to the sun, will wear the heaviest sunblock available, which must be reapplied every 45 minutes.
Sophia read over the ten rules she had come up with. Some of them made her nervous, but where was the challenge in only doing what was comfortable? She set the paper down on a tray and then added a heavy bottomed glass filled with two fingers of single malt scotch. Standing up straight, she carried the tray into the living room and placed it on the coffee table. She knelt at Micah’s feet.
“What’s all this about?” he asked, his voice curious, but with a note of excitement.
“It’s almost summer, Milord Officially, I mean. We had discussed adding five more rules to the house rules. I’ve made a list of ten and ask that you choose five from that list,” she explained.
“I see,” he answered, sipping his scotch and then sighing with appreciation. Knelt before him was the most perfect woman he’d ever known, and she had just asked him to become even more dominant. Life would be hard pressed to get any better. “If we are to be discussing this, aren’t you overdressed?”
Sophia stood only long enough to step out of her shorts, panties, t-shirt, and bra then returned to her kneeling position. Micah didn’t require that she kneeled, but she wanted to be in the right mindset for this discussion and this position helped her do so.
Micah took his time reading the list and slowly sipping his drink. Sophia began to wiggle, her legs cramping slightly. He placed a hand on her head and said, “Steady.”
This simple word was enough. Sophia smiled, warmed by his touch and voice. Several more minutes passed before Micah did anything else.
“This is very good, Sophia,” he praised. “Are you sure about this?”
“Yes, Milord.” Her voice was strong and sure.
“You know this means that the rules will stay in place until mid-September.”
She looked up at him and in a clear voice said, “I am well aware of that, Milord.”
Micah smiled and leaned down to kiss her. He tasted of scotch and power. Sophia waited as patiently as she could while Micah considered her list.
“In that case, by this time tomorrow I will expect the following rules to be added to the house rules, printed out and displayed in our bedroom, the MP room, the inside of your closet, and the inside of one of the kitchen cabinets.”
“Of course, Milord."
“Number one, only skirts or dresses will be worn. Number two, a bra may be worn only with permission. Number three, each morning and night S will have a cock in her mouth – either Milord’s or someone of his choosing. Number four, S will have her pussy clean shaven at all times and finally, when Milord inserts a plug, only he may remove it. S is not allowed to remind him or beg to have it removed.”
Sophia blushed, not realizing just how much she wanted to be pushed beyond her limits and held accountable until she heard Micah recite his choices.
“It will be as you say, Milord,” she answered breathily.
“And, since today is Tuesday, isn’t time for a Maintenance session?”
“Yes, it is. Shall I go to the MP room?”
“That would be a very good idea.”
When Micah walked into the room, Sophia was standing facing the wall. Humming to himself, he arranged the items he planned on using before saying a word to her. He could smell her arousal perfuming the room.
“Skooch your legs out and keep them wide apart. Stick your ass out,” Micah directed.
Sophia obeyed immediately, much to his delight.
He ran his hand over her ass, appreciating the slope of her curves then brought his hand down with force. She yelped and jumped, but remained in position. Gods above he loved her. After ten swats to each cheek, her skin was a lovely pink. He ran his finger down her slit, appreciating the wetness he found there and the little mewling noises she made.
“Good. Now back a bit more. I want that ass to stick out as far as possible. Good. Now, recite your new rules.”
“Um. Okay. Um. I will wear only dresses or skirts.”
Micah touched the tip of a medium sized plug to her anus. She jumped and started to look back.
“Stay still. Continue,” he murmured.
“Okay. Um. I forgot what comes next.”
Micah slapped her ass.
“I didn’t ask for them in any order. Just recite them.”
“Oh. Okay.”
Micah’s cock had been expanding ever since she had knelt in front of him. Now, it pressed painfully against his zipper.
“I will wear a bra only with permission."
“That’s right. Go on.”
He pressed the plug in just a bit more.
“Oh geez. I will keep my pussy shaved clean.”
“Ummhmm.”
“I will have a cock in my mouth, pussy, or ass every night and morning.”
He pushed in the plug to its widest point.
“Oh god. Um. Oh! When Milord puts a plug inside of me only he can remove it!”
He seated the plug inside of her and slapped her bottom again.
“There’s more to that rule,” he reminded her.
“What? Oh. Yes. I will be punished if I ask for it to be removed or remind him that it’s there.”
“Perfect. Now that you’re all warmed up, it’s time to begin.”
Sophia lay across the bed, bottom up, just as Micah had instructed. The soft skin on her ass was tingly and her back tunnel was very full. These combined to make her pussy quite wet indeed. What kind of a person was aroused by being spanked? If the internet was any clue, lots of them, she reasoned. Besides, what difference did it make? As long as she and Micah were happy, that’s all that really mattered.
“You will recite those rules again along with the house rules. I will spank you for fifteen minutes. For each one you forget or get wrong, I will start the timer over. Agreed?”
Sophia cringed. Fifteen minutes was a long time, but now was her time to object if she so chose. “Agreed.”
Twice she had to start over. But by the time the maintenance was finished, Sophia would never forget a rule. Her bottom burned, but the plug in her ass had become strangely comfortable, comforting even. She couldn’t believe how, not all that long ago, she had cringed at the idea of anal. Now she craved it! When Micah filled her ass with a plug or, better yet, himself, she felt like she had no secrets from him. Nothing of her was off limits, which meant that nothing of his was off limits either. By giving him control over her body, somehow, he had gained even more control of her heart.
The next morning, Micah made love to Sophia. Soft, slow, gentle, all encompassing love. Then, he left to fly out to San Diego where his publisher’s home office was located. After her maintenance last night and the gentle love making this morning, Sophia knew she'd miss Micah terribly, but figured that a little absence might make the heart grow fonder.
I need to call Claudia soon, Sophia thought. I haven’t talked to her for a few weeks. Just after we started this BDSM lifestyle. She was still lying in bed, naked, reluctant to leave the warmth. Her life, she decided, was just fine. Better, actually. It was perfect.
Then her phone buzzed.
“Claudia? Hey, girl! I’ve been meaning to call you,” Sophia said.
“Sure. When you aren’t bowing to that handsome man you’ve allowed to set the rules for you?” Claudia answered jokingly.
Sophia giggled. “Got that right. And, I couldn’t be happier!”
“Oh gag,” Claudia responded. “I’m actually calling to see if you’d like to have coffee with me.”
“Duh! Of course, I would, but Cally just isn’t on my itinerary for today.”
“Fair. How about Bunn’s?”
Sophia sat up straight. “On Veteran’s Parkway? In Springfield?”
“That’s the one. I was in Chi-town visiting the folks and decided to head south to see if I could spend some time with my bestie.”
“Really?” Sophia squealed. “An hour. Give me an hour. I’ll meet you there.”
Claudia, all 5’9” of her, was breathtakingly beautiful. She’d cut her hair since Sophia had last seen her, letting it circle her head in a natural afro, and, thank heavens, looked like she’d gained a few pounds. But something behind her dark brown eyes troubled Sophia. After the requisite hugs, squeals, and compliments, the two women ordered Lapsang Oolong tea and the full tea tray laden with finger sandwiches and petite fours. Sophia reached across the table and grasped her friend’s hands.
“Claudia, what’s wrong? The last time I talked to you, you and Jarred were about to move in together, he was directing a play at the local place and you were acting in it, ” she said quietly.
Claudia shook her head and looked away for a moment. From experience, Sophia knew she was trying to her emotions under control. Luckily, the waitress brought their food, beautifully displayed on three tiered platters. She set down the matching tea cups and saucers, plates, and a tea pot covered with an adorable lamb cozy. By the time she left, Claudia had recovered.
Sophia poured tea in both cups and waited.
“So, about that,” Claudia began. “Turns out Jarred wanted to move in with me because his apartment building was sold to a developer who evicted everyone. Apparently, there’s more money in renting a room through AirBandB than there is in renting one on a monthly basis.”
“Ouch.”
“Also, the sponsor for the play, once again, pulled out, so no play.”
“Double ouch.”
“And Jarred also fessed up to me that the main reason he was dating me was because,” Claudia sniffed, coughed into her embroidered yellow napkin, then said, “it’s hip to be in a bi-racial relationship.”
“THE FUCK??” Sophia shouted. People turned to look at her, but she didn’t care. How DARE some asshole hurt her friend?? “I’ll kill him. That’s it. I’ll book a flight to California this afternoon. He’s a dead man.”
Claudia laughed and held her hands up. “No, no. Don’t do that. I don’t have bail money right now! Oh, Sophia. God, I’ve missed you.”
Still steaming, Sophia nodded her acceptance of Claudia’s decision and sipped her tea. She shoved an entire quarter cucumber sandwich into her mouth in a very unladylike fashion.
“So, on that note,” Claudia continued, looked down at her empty plate, “not only do I not have bail money, I also don’t have a job. Or a place to live except with my dad.”
“Yes you do,” Sophia replied immediately. “No way am I letting my best friend live with that man.”
Joshua Barnes, Claudia’s father, was a found again Christian of the worst sort. Drinking, card playing, cussing, sex, flirting, eating meat, skipping church on Monday, Wednesday, and Sundays were all sinful. As for women - they were born into sin and in sin they shall remain. Nope. Claudia could come live with her and Micah until she got back on her feet.