Chapter 8: Rules of Submission

On Wednesday, Liz arrives on time at seven o’clock. I changed into my leather gear as soon as Rob left the house for his boys night out. Liz removes her coat and I notice that she’s wearing a very provocative dress this evening.

“That’s a nice dress,” I say in order to break the ice.

“Thank you ... err ... Mistress Kylie.”

Liz’s reference to me as Mistress Kylie takes me by surprise. While I anticipated us exploring a possible dom-sub relationship, I wasn’t expecting her to commit to such an arrangement so quickly.

“Are you sure you wish to do this?” I ask. “We don’t know much about each other. Perhaps we should take this a step at a time.”

“I’ve never done anything like this before, Mistress,” replies Liz. “I will be guided by you.”

Perhaps I should tell Liz that I have negligible experience in the sort of relationship we are contemplating, but I’m feeling strangely confident.

“If you wish me to be your dominatrix then you should address me as ‘my Lady’,” I reply.

“Yes, my Lady.”

“You understand that I will expect you to submit to my orders without question.”

“Yes, my Lady. Will I be required to have sex with your husband?”

“No. Certainly not! Rob can look and admire, but he’ll not be allowed to do more than that. If he attempts to have sex with you in any way, shape or form then you are to refuse and promptly tell me. Is that understood?”

“Yes, my Lady.”

I keep the conversation casual and low key in order to help Liz relax. She’s very nervous, and there are times when she seems to be having second thoughts. After about an hour I feel ready for Liz to hear the rules I intend to impose on our relationship.

“I’m going to list a few rules,” I begin. “If you disagree with any of my rules then you must say so before we discuss anything further. You will be bound by those rules once you’ve indicated your acceptance of them. Do you understand? These are the same rules which Rob obeys.”

“Yes, my Lady,” replies Liz. She’s momentarily shocked to hear that Rob is also subject to my rules. That piece of knowledge seems to remove her remaining anxiety and I mentally slap myself for not making Rob’s position clearer to her. Liz must have thought that she would be submitting to both of us.

“Good. Rule one; you call my ‘my Lady’ when we are alone. I dislike using the word slave, so I shall refer to you as Bitch. You shall likewise refer to yourself by that name in my presence.

“Rule two; you are forbidden to initiate or participate in any sexual activity unless I am present and command it. That includes any form of masturbation or self-pleasure.

“Rule three;...”

I go on to list several more rules that define how Liz and I will behave towards each other, and the boundaries of permitted activities and dress. I’ve already discussed these rules with Rob, and he’s accepted them. I’ve no recollection of the source of my rules ... I could claim that I had made the rules up on the spur of the moment, but something at the back of my mind suggests that such a simple explanation is false. Is this something else where PAIGE has influenced me?

“Do you agree to those rules?” I ask Liz.

“Yes, my Lady.”

“Good. Now we shall discuss some practical matters. Firstly, though, I want you to show me that you understand rule five.”

Rule five deals with the posture Liz is to adopt when she first comes into my presence. She leaves the chair she is sitting in and kneels on the floor facing me with her hands clasped behind her. She smoothly adopts the position as though it is natural for her. I’m slightly surprised, and a little alarmed, with my own ability to now think of her as my submissive slave ... my Bitch. Her willing submission boosts my sense of empowerment and encourages me to be bolder, just as Rob’s submission had done earlier.

Our conversation becomes more of a monologue as I set out the days and times she is to meet me. However I also make provision for any overriding needs of her neice, Sophie, and I make it clear that Liz isn’t to neglect the care of Sophie if my demands conflict with her need to look after her.

We finally reach a workable agreement which I suppose we should write down at some point. But the sexual tension in the room has been steadily mounting and I want to cement our future relationship with some sex play. I want to test Liz’s reaction to me making sexual advances towards her.

“Stand up, and come closer to me,” I command. She does so instantly.

I kiss her on the lips as I run my hands over her breasts. She yields to my assault on her body with a contented sigh. Liz surrenders herself completely, yet she shows enough control to keep her hands in position behind her.

“Now strip naked, Bitch,” I command, deliberately being crude.

Again my order is carried out without hesitation. I toss her clothes to one side.

“Now imagine that you are facing Rob. Show your beautiful body and let him lust for something he can never have.”

A slight hesitation this time, but Liz still obeys. She’s very seductive although her training as a pole dancer will certainly help. I can envisage Rob’s cock swelling inside Cecil and being frustrated by the cage. I tease Liz’s nipples and run my hand over her pussy. She does her best not to react, but she’s struggling to hide her arousal. I kiss her neck while rubbing her clit. She can’t hide her pleasure any longer. I could probably bring her to an orgasm, but I reserve that treat for another time. Like Rob, she must learn that an orgasm must be earned.

I complete our game by having Liz suck my cunt and bring me to an orgasm. She does so willingly and expertly. I suspect she’s done this many times before. I’m delighted with the orgasm which overtakes me.

I don’t want to overdo our first session together, so I call a halt to our game. I instruct Liz to get dressed and then make us some coffee. She sits on the chair without being told when she returns with the drinks. I’m pleased that she doesn’t need specific instructions when we are switching back to normal life.

Liz may have been very nervous and unsure when she arrived, but she now seems much more relaxed and content with the rules and arrangements we have made. Wednesday and Saturday evenings are to be our scheduled meeting times, although Liz has agreed to regard me as her dominatrix at all times. I have her social media, email and mobile phone details so contacting her isn’t going to be a problem. We talk for a while longer and Liz leaves shortly before ten o’clock.

As usual Rob returns home late from his boys night out, so I leave telling him about Liz until morning. When I do I quickly realise that he’s not as content with our arrangement as I expected. I probe further trying to identify the cause of his hesitation.