"So," Micah began, "New Year, New Rules?"

"I like that, at least new house rules. Can we keep the same five Winter rules since they just started?"

"Sounds like a plan. I've written down my ideas, so while I'm downstairs fixing our dryer, why don't you read over them, adjust, then we'll discuss and agree in a few hours."

Sophia gave Micah a hug, wished him luck on the eight-year-old dryer, and sat at the kitchen table, cup of tea in front of her, and began reading.

"1. When we go out in public, if I wear leggings, tights, or pants, I must also wear a medium-sized butt plug unless Milord instructs me to insert a larger one. This is to remind me that even though I have something between my legs besides him, my ass is his.

2. Before going to sleep, I will offer my bottom for spanking. This is to remind me of his power.

3. Before going to sleep, I will offer my mouth for the worship of his cock. This is to remind me of power.

4. When in a session, I will remain silent except to use my safe word. This is to remind me that he rules the session.

5. Milord may call for a session at any time or place through verbal or text commands. This is so that I will remember to expect the unexpected."

Sophia grabbed a pencil and began scribbling away. Time flew by and soon Micah was washing his hands at the kitchen sink, a triumphant smile on his face. Sophia's tea had gone cold.

"Looks like you've made some notes," Micah said, pulling out a chair and sitting across from her.

"I have. Here. Read over them and tell me what you think." While he read, Sophia fixed a fresh cup of tea for both of them and leaned against the counter, sipping hers. Micah made grunting noises, raised his eyebrows, and edited a bit himself. Finally, he set the paper down and said, "Okay. So I've added a bit, but overall, I think we're good. I like the change to number 4. Makes sense since you rarely talk anyway. Also, by now we are both aware, I hope, that you are required to use your safeword whenever you have a question, need a break, or feel unsafe. Why don't you rewrite the rules neatly and meet me in the Discipline Room. No rush."

Sophia nodded and asked, "Three copies?"

"Three Copies."

Sophia retrieved nice cream-colored stationary and began writing.

"Rule 1. Only Milord or his designee will be between my legs. If I choose to wear pants of any kind, including underwear, I will also wear a small butt plug unless Milord instructs me to insert a larger one. This is to remind me that even though I have something between my legs besides him, he is still with me.

Rule 2. Before going to sleep, I will offer my bottom for spanking. This is to remind me of his power.

Rule 3. Before going to sleep, I will offer my mouth for the worship of his cock. This is to remind me of my power.

Rule 4. Maintenance will be administered on the first and fifteenth of every month without fail. If he or I deems it necessary, more maintenance could be added.

Rule 5. Milord may call for a session at any time or place through verbal or texted commands. Whenever in session, formal language and behavior is required. This is so that I will remember to expect the unexpected."

Once completed, Sophia taped a copy of the rules to the back side of the door leading to the basement, then went upstairs. She taped another copy to the inside of her make-up cabinet. She removed her clothes in the bedroom and went to the DR. She stepped inside and handed the remaining copy to Milord.

"Good. Are the other two in place?"

"Yes, Milord."

"Affix this one."

Sophia opened the hinged glass door on the frame holding the former House Rules and inserted the new 2025 ones. When she finished, she knelt, facing Milord. He lifted her chin with a finger and said, "What is today's date?"

"The First, Milord."

"And that means?"

"Maintenance, Milord."

"We will begin with you sucking me off. I don't want to fight for my own control when I need to focus on you."

Sophia undid the fastenings on Milord's jeans and pushed them down. She looked up. He nodded for her to continue.

She cupped his balls in her warm hands and licked her way up his shaft. Milord groaned with pleasure. She rolled her wet tongue around his crown, lapping up the precum. Slowly, she eased her lips over his tip, keeping her tongue pressed against the underside of his cock, and continued downward. She paused to allow her throat time to relax, but Micah wasn't having it. He pressed her head downward until her lips touched his base. Sophia gagged but quickly relaxed her throat to accommodate his girth.

"Do. Not. Move," he ground out.

His hips jerked and his balls tightened. She felt the hot cum splashing against the back of her throat.

When he stepped back to pull up his jeans, she looked up at him surprised.

"I know. That was incredibly fast, but I'd been sitting here thinking about how to switch up the Maintenance," he explained. "One way was to do exactly what I did. Use your mouth for my release only before we begin." He helped her to stand and kissed her cheek gently. "You so enjoy worshipping my cock, I'm not taking that away. But maintenance isn't about your pleasure, or mine for that matter. It's about reminding you that you are my submissive. It's about reminding me that I am your dominant."

Sophia's eyes widened as she digested this explanation. "I see. That makes sense, Sir. Thank you for explaining."

For the next hour, Milord spanked and paddled Sophia's behind until it was scarlet, clamped her nipples until they were swollen and tender, had her recite her new rules until they were properly memorized, and ended the session by holding her tightly on his lap and praising how well she accepted the stern discipline.

"Time for your reward now, I think. Tell me, love, shall I make love to your pussy or your ass?" he asked.

"The choice is yours, Milord," she answered immediately.

He chuckled and said, "Normally, yes. But this time, my choice is to give you the choice."

"In that case, my pussy, Milord. My ass is still a bit tender from last night."

He gently placed her on the bed and undressed. He began at her toes, kissing each one. Carefully, he worked his way up her body, laughing quietly when she convulsed with pleasure. By the time his lips reached hers, she was begging him to fuck her.

"Patience," he crooned. "Although I do love when you beg."

He spread her legs with his knee and positioned himself over her. With one powerful thrust, he embedded himself inside of her warm, wet pussy. She screamed his name. Thanks to his earlier release, Micah took his time, pleasuring her with his cock, rubbing her clit, sucking on her nipples, kissing her deeply. He reached beneath her and grasped her bottom.

She winced and came.

"Bottom sore?"

"Yes, Milord," she panted. "Thank you."

And she came again.

Finally, she began to beg him to come inside of her. "Please, Milord. I can't take much more. Please. Fill me."

"Rule 1?"

She groaned with frustration and said, "If I'm wearing pants, I'm wearing a plug."

"Close enough. Rule 2?"

She gritted her teeth, rode out another orgasm, then said, "I will offer my bottom to you for spanking every night. Even. To. Night."

He laughed, kissed her neck, thrust hard and said, "Rule 3?"

"GRRRRRRR! I will offer to suck your cock every night."

He pinched her nipple and began to pant hard. "Rule 4?"

"OH. MY. GOD. Maintenance will be on the first and fifteenth. Unless this one kills me!!!"

He released her nipple and watched pleasure wash over her features. "Rule 5?"

"You will call for a session whenever and wherever you like. I. will. FUCKING. Obey!"

He threw his head back and released inside of her. When he rolled off and collapsed beside her, she laughed and laughed until tears ran down her face. He joined in and held her tightly against his sweating body.

"I think we're going to like these rules," he murmured into her hair.

"I think," she choked out between giggles, "that between these rules and your attention, I may well die of pleasure. If I do, what a way to go!"