The next morning

You wake the next morning, lazily stroking your clit. You love to start your day with an orgasm and Saturdays mean you have time for more than one. You're reaching for your vibrator when your hands bump a notebook and you remember: The Rulebook.

Frantically, you open the notebook scanning through your writing. Maybe it was just a dream. You wouldn’t really take away your own ability to orgasm. You love orgasms. But no. There, at the end of the first page, in permanent black ink is the rule. Submissives can’t orgasm without permission. You can’t orgasm.

Frustrated and cursing yourself, you **** your hand away from your clit. You're just making it worse.

You get up. No point lying in bed all day, you think. Maybe you can find a way to distract yourself from how badly you need to cum.

On autopilot, you head to your closet to get something to wear after your shower, only to find it full of high-heeled shoes and nothing else. With the rule you created yesterday, you suppose it makes sense that you no longer own any clothes. You don’t need them anymore if you aren’t allowed to wear them anyways.

Thinking about clothes makes you realize how that could potentially be a problem. You grab the rulebook and pencil intending to fix that.

Old rule: Submissives do not get sick from being naked in **** weather.

And while you are writing rules, you also decide to do something to make your life both easier and more fun. You’ve been shaving your body hair since you were a teenager, not liking the look or feel of it. Only the hair on your head and a small neat patch on your pussy has been allowed to remain, but it is such a hassle.

Old rule: Rebellious submissives lose their right to grow body hair. If ordered by a court, or if the submissive agrees, they are forcibly denuded of all their body hair permanently. Many also lose their right to grow hair on their head and are made permanently bald. Hairless submissives are very ashamed of their lack of hair and are ranked below other submissives.

You drop the rulebook on your bed and run to the mirror, excited to see the results. You expected the lack of body hair. Your bare mound makes you look younger somehow and you blush, embarrassed. What you did not expect was to find your long hair gone. Hell, even your eyebrows are missing. Distantly, you remember a past boyfriend who talked you into it before leaving you for your former best friend.