Spring Rules 2018

Time for new rules!! Yea!!! Hopefully, I’ll be better behaved this season, because during the winter, I made LOTS of mistakes and paid the heavy price! Want to read those stories? Still Learning to Obey

Learning to Obey

Obeying the Rules

Winter Rules 2017-18

I was hoping that Milord would go easy on me since I had such a difficult winter, but I should have known better. Besides, where’s the fun in having life easy. In truth, I prefer to be challenged. With that in mind, here are my Spring Rules. Until they begin, my Winter Rules are still in place. These will be in place from March 20 through June 20, plus my regular House Rules.

  1.  I will wear only the lingerie Milord has provided for me. He gave me a lingerie cabinet filled will all kinds of luscious, beautiful pieces!!!
  2. From 8:00 p.m. until 10:00 a.m.  I will be nude unless, of course, we are out and about or Milord has given me express permission to be clothed. Because guests might be over does not, however, automatically mean I can disregard this rule. Milord has the right to demand my nudity in the presence of guests or confine me to a specific part of the house as he so chooses.
  3. I will, at all times, wear some showing of my submission. This could be my “day” collar, a formal collar, an anklet, a harness, or markings made by Milord. I will be allowed to choose, but Milord has, naturally, the right to veto my choice with one of his own.
  4. I will keep my mound, pussy, underarms, and legs devoid of hair by shaving every day.
  5. I will, to the best of my ability, keep my bowels in good working order by eating a diet high in fiber or administering enemas as needed so that Milord may easily choose to use my anus just as frequently as he uses my pussy or mouth.

We all know I will not be 100% obedient and that Milord will need to correct my behavior. (I’m grinning with delight as I write these words.) Nonetheless, I will attempt to follow them to the best of my ability. While I never mind when Milord corrects me, I do mind the look of disappointment on his face when I fail to meet his standards.




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