Guilty

Despite the enormous changes to society you've made with the Rulebook, this is the first time you've seen a woman genuinely distressed as a result of your rules. No doubt many women's lives are in some way worse than they would have been without your meddling, but so far all indications have been that most are only mildly inconvenienced and many positively enjoy their vulnerability. This girl, though, is definitely suffering.

You see Bella coming out of her office to investigate the commotion and knowing her, she won't be inclined to help the girl; quite the opposite, in fact. This makes up your mind.

"Let me up," you brusquely instruct Peter and your confidence that he will comply proves completely justified. He immediately stops the spanking and helps you to your feet, but (like the rest of your team) doesn't follow you when you rush out join the group in the corridor, just in time to hear the introductions.

"This is James and Zarine," explains the other man, who looks slightly familiar, to Bella. "James is Sylvia's new admin and Zarine is joining our group, too, so I'm showing them the way and in the lift we discovered that Zarine is indescribably ticklish."

The girl has gone silent, mainly because the tickling has robbed her of the ability to breathe. She's convulsing with effort to escape her tormentors' teasing fingers, which now include Bella's skilled **** on her nipples, but in vain. Tears are running down her cheeks as she looks pleadingly at you, the only other Asian woman present.

"Stop that," you admonish them all firmly. "If she blacks out from lack of oxygen it will seriously inconvenience her, not to mention Ms. Dane."

The men ease up, sheepishly, but Bella can't resist continuing for a moment longer before relenting. Zarine gasps out a thank-you and the blokes help her up. Bella tries to join you on the moral high ground by telling them to get back to work, but they've barely gone a dozen paces before another peal of laughter tells you they've started up again. You turn sharply, but this time they seem to be ticking her in moderation, not trying to make her pass out. With a sigh of resignation, you return to your office, muttering under your breath about the staffing decision to send your colleague Sylvia a new admin when yours left for pastures new weeks ago and you're still waiting for a replacement.

Your team has started work in your absence and although you didn't quite finish the morning briefing before you were interrupted, you don't see any point in calling them back, so you just get on. You manage to avoid any teasing for the first hour or so and when you catch sight of Diana getting up out of the corner of your eye, you decide it might be time for a trip to the ladies before she can get her hands on you.

You scoot quickly, affecting not to hear her call your name as the door swings shut behind you. You're only delaying the inevitable, but that's good enough for you, right now. Entering the bathroom, you see the ticklish girl struggling to wash her hands, due to the strict bondage. You hurry to help her for the second time today.

"Oh, thank-you, again. I'm sorry, I don't know your name."

"It's Jenna Cho," you reply. "I hope your colleagues are treating you more mercifully, now."

She shakes her head, sadly.

"They're tickling me whenever they take a break and I've just found out I have to make up the time I miss at the end of the day. I don't know what I'm going to do."

"Have you told them they're seriously inconveniencing you?"

"It was Ms. Dane's idea. I can't really object when my boss says it's okay. She even suggested staggering their breaks so I get tickled more."

You've never known Sylvia to be mean like that, but you can't say you know her particularly well. You can think of one other possible solution, but you're not sure Zarine will like it.

"Do you know about the office policy regarding offering sexual services?"

Her eyes widen in shock.

"You mean they might leave me alone if I…no, I couldn't. I…no." She shudders. "My dad would be so disappointed in me. He put me in the crotch rope so I wouldn't have any orgasms and have to reciprocate."

Now it's your turn to be shocked. Apparently her own father dressed her like this. If he wanted her to avoid orgasms, it might have been easier to just have her wear something that covered her genitals, so she wasn't fair game. Still, it's not your place to question family dynamics. You just want to help her get through the day.

"Look," you say, with a sigh, "if it helps, you can tell them I'm giving orgasms to anyone who wants one. Maybe they'll still rather tickle you, but—"

You're cut off when she tries to hug you, but ends up just bumping you with her shoulder, due to her bonds. You both laugh and she apologises (for nearly knocking you down and for being unable to spank you in gratitude), before returning to work a lot happier than she was. You get back your office a few minutes later and make the announcement to your team: you will provide sexual services to anyone, as long as they don't make you cum.

Your small change to the rules last night seems to have had a major effect, because for the rest of the morning, you're kept quite busy pleasuring not only the members of your own team, but also colleagues who pop by from other groups. In fact, news of your availability starts to spread beyond your floor and just before lunch, you receive a company-wide email in your inbox which stuns you so much you have to read it three times before you fully take it in.

The email announces that you will perform any sexual act required of you and gives directions to your office, along with your extension number and mobile contact details. For those who don't know you, a photograph is attached, which you recognize as being cropped from one taken at last year's Christmas party, although you don't remember wearing a cangue, a leather collar with a tag reading ASS (for Asian spank slut, presumably) and a leg-spreader attached to an upright rod holding a dildo deep in your vagina. You're grinning in the picture, clearly enjoying yourself.

You wonder who sent this and check the header to find you recognize the address. Bloody Bella.