Lillian, A College Student Who Loves Power (Humiliation, Domination, Living Rulebook)

The rulebook sat on the table in front of her, and Lillian tossed her hair. She looked around, seeking any sign of anyone in the store who might be leading her on. A magic rulebook? That was ridiculous, and yet part of her was curious. She wasn't exactly a big believer in the occult, but she was a fan of anything that might let her have some power over the rest of the world.

Idly, largely because she had not much else to do at that moment, she took up a pencil from her bag and wrote a basic rule in the margins of the book.

The rest, as they say, was history.

Later, at her own house, Lillian was much more excited now she had seen the rulebook at work. Her heart was beating fast, and she couldn't keep a smug grin from her face. She lived in a small house on the outskirts of the city, two floors, with multiple rooms, it was a pretty big place for just one woman alone. Lillian had decorated it according to her tastes, which was largely in blacks and whites, but even with all of the little touches she had given to the place it still seemed empty.

She didn't care about that right now, though. it was quite far from her mind. All she could think of was the power that the rulebook could give her. It was like the finest dream she'd ever had, made real and solid and given to her as a gift. She fancied the power crackled along the page, and each time she ran her fingers over the old and battered book, she felt as though she was touching the corona of a star.

Power! More power than she had ever even fantasised about! Power to do anything to anyone, and no one would ever be able top catch her if she didn't want them to! She felt the excitement building, tingles rushing through her body. She reached up with one hand and brushed her dark hair away from her face. Her hair was long, falling just past her shoulders, and was a deep black colour. Her skin was pale, and she liked to wear black dressed and clothing. Some people would call her gothic in her clothing choice, but to her, that was simply the way she always dressed. Her eyes were heavy and green, and she was about average in terms of height and build.

Lillian turned slowly, walking first one way and then the next. Her mind was running like the engine of a car. The rulebook clasped in her hand like she would never let it go. After what seemed like an eternity, she moved into her bedroom, where a large desk had been set against the far wall. There was a mirror above the desk, at about head height, and it was full of make-up and other essentials.

She cast them aside with the wave of an arm, hearing the distant clattering of jars and brushes and boxes which would have been extremely valuable to her only hours ago, and which she now considered as nothing at all.

She looked up, seeing the reflected image of herself, a pale-faced eighteen year old, her eyes wide with excitement. A grin twisted her mouth, and she looked down at the naked pages of the book. But what could she write? What could she do? A whole universe of possibilities opened up for her, so much that she had to try and narrow it down before she could even start considering it.

Lillian closed her eyes, letting the darkness surround her for a moment, her heart was beating fast, but she **** it to calm down. She could feel a certain heat and moistness between her legs, she knew that she was turned on. She wanted to do something, something big. But she didn't know what.

She opened her eyes again, gazing at herself reflected in the mirror. All the people that had ever annoyed her in college played before her mind's eye. There were many of them. Lillian was not an easy person to like. In fact, she made it hard to like her, because she didn't much like anyone else. Other people, especially other women, always put on airs, they made themselves out to be better than they were. All high and mighty, important and arrogant. She loved to see them break. That was why she was known as a bully, though in Lillian's opinion this wasn't a fair description. A bully was someone who picked on someone else to get something from them, but Lillian simply enjoyed taking their power away. When other people felt helpless, humiliated and ashamed, Lillian felt hot and tingly. She loved it. She loved it when she could verbally tear into someone, when she could reduce another girl to tears, it made her day. But she was careful as well, oh yes. That was why she was so good at what she did. She was slow and methodical, picking her victims from those who probably would not be able to fight back. She tested them, and bullied them slowly, making sure that they only ever reacted the way she wanted. If they didn't, she might back off, or try to find another way to get to them.

Ultimately, Lillian's kink was power. Power over everyone else. The power to humiliate them, to debase them, to make them ashamed of their own bodies and thoughts. When she did that, when she broke them down, stripped them of their stupid self-righteous arrogance, she could almost believe that they were actual people.

Almost.

She had always wanted to take it further. Sexuality was the ultimate of mankind for both good and bad. Someone was never more **** than when they were naked, and Lillian had often fantasised about what she could do if she was only allowed to take that final step. But she never had. After all, she didn't want to be arrested, so she contented herself with merely legal actions. But now, with this, she could decide what the law was, couldn't she?

She was getting horny. Lillian could feel her pussy started to respond to her thoughts. She thought for a minute, wondering who to choose as her first victim. There were plenty of girls she disliked. Plenty of people she could bring low. Lisa, who was always so popular and happy, chatting away with everyone like she thought that she was their equal. Diana, who was cold and distant, and yet half the campus wanted to fuck her. Stacy, the blind-haired idiot who would chatter away for hours if you let her, but because she was nice and friendly and approachable, she seemed to find no end of people willing to listen.

Those were only the first to come to mind. There were more. Many more. Most of whom she wouldn't have been able to touch without access to a rulebook like this.

Lillian looked down at the book, and then a thought occurred to her. It was an interesting thought, and one that she hadn't expected to have. Nonetheless, it caught her attention, and then it managed to hold it. The idea was strangely enticing. It made all her previous thoughts pale when compared to it.

She looked down at the rulebook, and then at the mirror reflecting herself, her smile was sharp-toothed, like a shark's, and her eyes glittered with malice and delight.

Why not? Why not indeed? Having a rulebook that could grant every wish you wrote into it was pretty potent. But what if you had something else that could do the same? Something that was alive? Something that could suffer?