Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... obligation will be training you in the general requirements and expectations that exist in the community for the behavior of a submissive slave. Some of this training you will no doubt find enjoyable. However, you will undoubtedly rebel against certain aspects of the training and discipline will occur. And like your Mistress, you will be subject to weekly Maintenance Discipline regardless of how well you might behave. It is not expected that you will become a permanent member of this House. And any future Master to whom you submit will of course implement his own etiquette and protocol. But before you leave my House, you will know what it means to serve and to obey. So Claire, state clearly: do you wish my protection as you transition fully into your adulthood, or do you wish to seek your own way in the world? Tell me now before this community gathered here. What is your decision?"

Claire didn't pause for even a heartbeat. "Please Sir, I wish your protection and ask to be trained as you see fit."

"So it shall be Claire. As you all have witnessed, Claire has requested the protection of my House. Please refrain from approaching Claire accept as permitted first by me. And please pass this instruction along to the rest of our community as the occasion presents itself." Then he stepped forward and secured a medium density stainless steel chain around her throat. "This chain collar is symbolic of your submission to my authority Claire. Do not remove it unless it is your wish ...

... to leave my protection. It is there as a reminder of your submission and as a signal to others in the community that you are collared to this House."

Claire blushed even more deeply as cheers and clapping broke out but she could also feel a deep contentment creeping into her spirit. She didn't know yet really what to expect, but she felt certain that her acceptance into this community was the right path to seek.

"Claire, raise your arms into the air." After lifting them, Mr. Lester stepped close, pulled the hem of her shirt up and stripped it over her head and arms. Mr. Lester then took one of her full breasts into his hand and with the other hand, began to gently role the nipple until it was firm and erect. He then began to slowly squeeze it harder and harder, watching her face closely.

Claire stood still, arms still raised. She was taking very quick breaths and was fighting the urge to swing her arms down to break his hold on the nipple. She returned his gaze, locking onto his face as a way to concentrate on something, anything other than the mounting pressure on her nipple. And then the pressure stabilized. He did not release her, but the pressure was not increasing. Although excruciating, Claire found that she was able to breathe through the pain, turn it into just a feeling she was having. To herself she just kept repeating,"I chose this. This is his right. I chose this. This is his right. I chose this. This is his right." The mantra let her keep the pain to one ...