One Month Later

Rules for Emma:

1. Effective as of the engagement and up unto the wedding, Emma’s title is “Head ****”. Upon her marriage to Jack, it will then become “House Mistress”.
2. Emma only takes commands from Jack, heretofore referred to as “Master”. No other person, including John, are allowed to give her direct commands without Master’s permission.
3. Emma will always refer to Jack by the honorific of “Master”, but is not required to use honorifics for any guest
4. Any other servants in the household will refer to Emma as “Mistress”, and will follow her commands as if they have been given by Master.
5. Emma will follow Master’s commands fully and without hesitation to the best of her ability.
6. No clothes are to be worn by Emma at any time on property, no matter where on the property she is or whom she is with.
7. Emma must have her collar on at all times. Platinum Collar will be worn when on property and subtle choker when off property.
8. Emma must wake Master at 8am sharp every day with a blowjob. She must begin oral not a minute before or after.
9. it is not required to ask permission to masturbate and edge herself, but if she wishes to orgasm she must get her Master’s permission.
10. Cumming without permission or disobedience of any other commands is punished harshly with public humiliation and bondage for a length of time determined by Master relative to the severity of the infraction.

You read over the rules again, and hit ‘print’ on the page, posting it in your room there Emma would see it. After a month of discussion, this was what you both had decided on for her rules. They were subject to change as you went on, and could be renegotiated if either party wanted to at any time, but this was for the time being the code that Emma, your fiancé, had to obey.

You’d given her the option to wear clothes if she wanted to, but after living in the nude for so long she decided to stay that way permanently. As part of her new status though, you’d given her a platinum collar that made her unique among all the other collared staff, and let her grow out her pubic hair into a well maintained bush. She slept in your bed most nights, but had a cage underneath for when you aren’t there or for when she’s being punished. Speaking of punishment, you had only punished her once in the past month, and that was only to show her what would happen if she disobeyed in the future.

For her demonstration punishment you had whipped her harshly while a **** who was also being punished at the time held a vibrator to her pussy, where each orgasm meant 10 more lashes for Emma but one less day in the fuck-box for the ****. Emma only came twice. Then a latex hood had been put over her head and she had been put in the stocks for anyone to fuck for a whole day. Afterwards, publicly humiliated, dripping cum, and red with markings you had gently helped her clean up, treat her welts, and had given her that day and the next one off to recover. Aftercare is important after all. Ever since she hadn’t even come close to disobeying a single rule. She was the perfect sub, and you were an ideal master in kind.

As you stood to admire the newly posted sign, Emma entered the room. Ever since becoming your fiancé she had become much happier and enthusiastic about her work, and that enthusiasm was visible. She put her hands behind her back and bowed politely before saying “The guests are here Master.”

“Good girl,” you praised “Thank you. Lead them to their rooms, I’ll see them at dinner. They may touch you and finger you if they ask, but anything more than that and you will offer them someone else for the time being.”

You kissed her, then sent her off to complete her task. As she left the room you admired her perfect ass.