How do things turn out in the long run?

Monstrously humiliating and it's all your fault

When Diana finally falls asleep on your sofa (passes out from pleasure overload is more accurate), you kneel on the floor in the gathering dusk, throbbing with unfulfilled desire. You would dearly love to slip a finger between your legs and finish yourself off, but you literally just promised that you wouldn't and breaking your word right in front of the object of your desire seems incredibly disloyal. You can think of one way to help keep yourself honest, however.

Creeping quietly so as not to disturb your companion, you fetch the Rulebook and start writing.

"Old Rule: Orgasm denial is an acceptable but unusual additional requirement sometimes added to spankings. The consequences for failure are usually very severe."

That should give you an incentive to remain unsatisfied, but you also need to reduce the opportunity to cheat. Being dripping wet with lust probably contributes to your next decision.

"Old Rule: Women in orgasm denial must inform anyone they have more than a passing interaction with."

The thought of the humiliation of having to tell everyone you know what a needy cum addict you are nearly pushes you over the edge and you hurriedly change Old to New, to maximize the embarrassment you're undoubtedly going to feel.

You know you ought to stop there, but you're so horny that you can't resist making things worse for yourself and any other young ladies caught out by your rules. After all, you can always change them later if they turn out to be unbearable (although a little voice tells you that you're unlikely to get any less horny in the near future if you go through with this and correspondingly you're less likely to rescind the rules, no matter how awful the consequences). Still, you push the thought aside and proceed with your potentially very bad idea.

"New Rule: Women in orgasm denial may be inspected and teased whenever it is safe and convenient to do so, in order to keep them **** and unfulfilled."

You have to press your thighs together to stop yourself spoiling all your work with an unauthorized climax at the mere thought of being teased to distraction day after day. You're tempted to try a cold shower to get yourself under control (and maybe give yourself a chance to rethink the rules you've just made), but you're not sure how your back would cope.