It starts with a grind

As far as I can tell, my current rules are:

My boobs are now permanently H cups. On my petite frame, they look extremely erotic. Nobody else can seem to remember whether or not they were always this big.

If I try to conceal any part of my legs with any clothing other than the shortest of skirts, it feels like the clothing is on fire.

I can't help but carry around a large handbag filled to the brim with vibrating toys, lewdly wrapped condoms, and other outrageous items.

Whenever I notice an erection, I move to bring it to orgasm via the most convenient method possible. If my Nasty Rating increases to 90% or higher, I become unaware of the details of rule and don't perceive my actions as abnormal.

Before I've even started to properly think about what it means that I've noticed his erection, I'm grinding on it. With my pussy. I'm rubbing my completely uncovered, sopping wet, close-to-orgasm clit against the protrusion in his jeans. The rest of my body, not under the same hypnotic suggestion, instinctively wants to stay away from him, so my body is stuck in a sort of forward pelvic thrust position, with nothing but my cunt touching him, making it look like my vagina is magnetically attracted to him while the rest of me is magnetically repelled.

Up and down I rub, my little button silently sending squeals of joy to my brain via my nervous system.

Fuck, why does it have to feel so good?!

Acting like a slut without actually being a slut would be so much easier if the sensations weren't genuinely delightful. I can start to see why some girls could get used to this.

I must look like a madwoman. Crotch pressed forward, grinding on him, getting the front of his jeans slick with my copious juices. My face a contorted mixture of sexual bliss and ****. My heaving chest jutted outwards, bouncing lewdly in front of his eyes.

Aaron looks uneasy, undecided. He's wondering, should he go ahead with this? I wonder what's the thing that's stopping him. Is it concern that I might not be fully lucid and in control of my actions right now - perhaps I'm drunk or high? Or is it just him wondering if I'm too much of a freak? 'Don't stick your dick in crazy.' That's the mantra that the boys are always reminding each other of. Perhaps he doesn't need this complication in his sex life.

But then, he shrugs. He takes a few steps back and sits down on my bed. Clearly whatever battle was going on in his mind, his lower brain won. I follow like an obedient stripper who's just been offered a £50 note, and I clamber onto his lap where I resume my eager grind over his hard-on.

"Aaron, this is..." I begin. But once again I have to cut myself off. How many Nasty Points would I gain from bringing a guy this far and then telling him to get out? The level of blue balls he'd have from that cocktease could send me right back into the 90s, and I'd forget about the details of my newest rule again.

My newest rule.

My... newest... rule?

Fuck.

FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK

I remember, perhaps at the same moment as you, dear reader, that my bonus game ends as soon as the vibrating plug leaves my pussy. At that point, the game will automatically restart. It's doomed, of course - I didn't earn anywhere near enough extra time to save the day - but more importantly, when I lose, which will probably be around a minute after the plug fell out, I'll then be given three new rules to choose from. And if I take too long to choose one, I get given all three.

That CANNOT happen.

Nothing else matters - I need to get to my phone and check that it's not too late.

I shake my bag off of my shoulder and drop it onto the bed next to Aaron. Then I rip it open, pulling the magazine and toys out of the way, grabbing my phone.

"Oh yeah... Condom... Good idea." Aaron mutters. He's fumbling with his zipper but none of that registers, it's not important.

"Not right now." I snap back.

I unlock the phone.

FUCK!

The game has already ended, and it's on the loss screen. I do indeed have three more rules to choose from.

Jesus, I'm about to cum, too.

I check the timer. I have ten seconds to read the options and choose one before it's going to choose all three for me. There's no time to think about anything else, not my impending orgasm, not whatever my other hand and legs are doing right now. Something right at the back of my brain says it's important, but it doesn't matter right now. I've just got to read and then immediately choose.

Game Over. Choose a punishment:

Today's cumshots are today's trophies
Daily bare bottomed spanking & corner time
Extremely heightened nerve sensation from penises

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