I’ve grown to love our rules, and I generally try very hard to following them. House Rules 2026. Here’s a review of my day yesterday.

7:00 a.m. I woke up to the smell of coffee. I tossed on a robe and wandered down to the kitchen where Milord already had a cup waiting for me. I smelled it, took a sip, then asked (Rule Number 3) if I could worship his cock and balls. He smiled and said, “Yes, but let’s finish our first cup of coffee first.”

I quickly finished my cup and then went down on my knees between his legs (he was seated on one of the kitchen stools). I cradled his balls in my hands and then slowly ran my mouth over his cock. He groaned with pleasure and said, “You’re mouth is always hot, but after coffee, it’s almost scorching.”

I sighed, happy, and continued to worship his cock. Soon, I lifted my mouth from his crown and licked my way down to his balls where I kissed, licked and sucked them. Suddenly, he stood up and lifted me to my feet.

“Over the counter,” he growled.

I obeyed. He plunged balls deep into my very wet pussy, fucking me hard and fast. I’d barely finished my first orgasm when I felt his cum release inside of me. As soon as he finished, I spun around and again was on my knees, greedily licking every drop of both our come from his cock.

9:00 a.m. Milord left for work an hour ago and I tidied up the house. I needed to go to the store, so tossed on a matching black lingerie set (rule 4) and a simple black shirtwaist dress. I adjusted my anklet (rule 1) and stepped into my tennis shoes.

12:00 p.m. As soon as I had all the groceries inside the house and put away, I rushed up to our bedroom and removed my lingerie. I looked at the clock. I has 18 minutes past the deadline (Rule 4). I KNEW I should have taken care of this first THEN put away the groceries! I went to Milord’s office, opened up my Sub Journal and wrote down my infraction.

I fixed myself a salad for lunch and prepped dinner.

4:15 p.m. I went upstairs to our DM room after putting the casserole in the oven. I took off my dress before entering as I’m not allowed to wear clothing in this room unless given specific permission from Milord. As per Rule 2, I chose a rather small plug, lubricated it, and inserted it. Because tonight was Thursday, Milord would be conducting a Maintenance session and replacing this with a much larger one soon enough. I then set about arranging the room for our maintenance. I make sure every thing is clean and neat in the room, our Bondage and Implement cabinet is opened for easy access, His favorite lubrications are set our, water is in the mini fridge, along with three freshly carved ginger figs.

5:30 p.m. I have the table set and the casserole on the table. As it is Thursday, I haven’t put on my dress, only an apron, which I had just hung on its peg as Milord walks into the house. He kisses me, asks how my day was, and sits at the table. We chat about mundane things as we eat and clean up the simple meal. As soon as the last fork is put away, I head back to the DM room and he goes to his office to read my Sub Journal.

6:00 p.m. I’ve been kneeling for about 15 minutes now, having attached clips to my nipples and changed out my small plug for a much larger one. My hands are behind my head and my knees about shoulder width apart. Milord walks in, sees me, smiles, and lifts my chin with one finger and kisses me.

“I’m always take aback by your obedience, my love. Let’s begin.”

He’s changed into black lounge pants. I push these down and attend to his cock. During a Maintenance session, I am not allowed to come without permission, but HE certainly can! We always begin in this way so that he can better focus on the task at hand. I keep my eyes on his and deep throat his cock. He smiles smugly when I gag, grabs a handful of hair close to the scalp, and thrusts his cock deep and hard down my throat. I gag again, but work hard to swallow as his sweet cream pulses down my throat.

While he’s still in my mouth, he removes my clips. I squeal as the blood rushes back into the bullet hard tips. He helps me stand and walks me to the straight backed chair he likes to use for warm ups. He sits and I position myself over his lap. Using his hand, he begins my warm up spanking.

“So, you were late by 18 minutes removing your panties and bra today?”

“I was, Milord,” I admit.

“And Monday you forgot all about the 4:30 plug in time, didn’t you?”

My ass was certainly warm now! “I did, Milord.”

“Well, we’ll see to those corrections in a bit. I wouldn’t want you to think your rules didn’t mean anything to me. There. A perfect shade of red. Now, Over the chair, I think.”

He helped me stand and then bend over the back of the chair. I held onto the seat and spread my legs wide as he perused the open implement cabinet.

“Recite your House Rules between reps.”

Five times I felt the sting of a wooden paddle before he paused.

“I will wear a visible sign of my submission at all times. For public appearances, it can be an anklet, bracelet, or necklace. In Private or upon Milord’s word, it will be one of my collars. I may choose, unless Milord says otherwise.”

“Good,” he responded. “And what have you worn this week?”

“I work my anklet every day and my Celtic choker twice, Milord.”

“Excellent.”

Five more paddles.

“I will insert a small or medium sized comfortable plug by 4:30 every workday unless instructed by Milord otherwise. Only He can remove the plug. If, for some reason, I cannot do this, I will text Milord, and he will decide if I deserve punishment. If I fail to text him, I will absolutely be punished.”

“Yes, and you forgot this one Monday, didn’t you?”

Ashamed, I answered, “I did, Milord.”

“At least you chose an appropriate plug tonight. Are you ready for your consequence?”

I gulped and said, “I am, Milord.”

I’d inserted a hollow, glass plug. Now, Milord inserted more lubrication which he had added drops of ginger oil to. The burn began immediately and I whimpered.

“There, there, love. The burn doesn’t harm you, but it’s a good reminder, isn’t it?”

“Yes, Milord,” I snuffled.

Five more paddles.

” I will ask to worship Milord’s cock and balls every day.”

“And you do a wonderful job of keeping that rule.”

I glowed with happiness at his praise.

Five more.

” I will wear only underclothing which Milord has approved. While in our home or upon his Word, I will wear no underclothing at all. If leaving the house, I will put on underclothing no more than 15 minutes before leaving and will remove it within 15 minutes of returning home.”

“And you missed the mark by 18 minutes. So, no panties at all for 18 days.”

“Yes, Milord.” I hated going out in public without panties, but this was a fair punishment.

Five more spankings. By then, my ass was on FIRE, but I welcomed each blow, growing wetter by the minute.

“Maintenance will be every Thursday night. To prepare, I will be nude when he arrives home. After dinner and clean up, I will go to the DM room, insert a large plug, attach nipple clips, kneel with my hands behind my head and wait for him to enter and issue further instructions.”

“Another rule that you perform perfectly.”

I practically danced with joy.

He led me to the bed, asking, “Still burning?”

“Only a little, Milord.”

He said nothing as he took off his pants and lay on the bed. He handed me a syringe filled with lubrication. Without questioning him, I reached behind my and inserted the lube through my open plug. I gasped as the ginger laced lubrication hit my sensitive tissue.

“Come on,” he encouraged and helped me straddle him. Because I already had a plug filling my back hole, I fitted his cock into my pussy and plunged.

“Please?” I begged.

“Not yet.”

He pinched my nipples as I continued to ride his cock and beg for permission to come. FINALLY, he allowed it and I screamed his name as pleasure electrified every nerve in my body. He held me close and flipped us over, him now kneeling between my legs, my ankles on his shoulders. Again, he pinched my nipples, stretching them, twisting them. I exploded again.

By the time he again released inside of me, I was limp. He lay with me in his arms and murmured, “Wonderful. But you’ve got a bit more to atone for since you forgot my favorite toy Monday.”

My eyes flew open and I asked, “Milord?”

“I’ve left three plugs on top of our cabinet. You’ll use the ginger lube and one of those three until next Thursday.”

I sighed, knowing this was justified, and oddly happy that he was such a strict dominant.

“Yes, Milord.”