Flexing their powers

Mira hesitated outside, for just a minute. She'd been here before, well, sort of. Since she'd written an old rule her past had been changed and she had false memories of coming here again and again but this would be her first real entrance.

Not only that, but she was a little ashamed by her appearance. She'd waited until the uniform hours were over so she could dress down a little, but she's never been out in public in such revealing clothes before, even in those false memories.

Finally she tapped her student ID against the door sensor and heard the satisfying click as it unlocked. She grabbed the handle and pulled, then moved into the lounge.

The entryway was unassuming, just a small landing at the base of some stairs a few meters wide. There was a man standing in uniform with a smile plastered on his face. He gave a slight bow and then addressed her, "Welcome Mira Chowdhury, would you like any assistance today?"

"Assistance? Like what?" Mira asked.

The man looked down at his tablet, "Well there's space right now for a massage with Wendy, or if you can wait a little Michael will be free in 30 minutes. Or if you are hungry the kitchen is open and taking orders. Or I can have a drink brought to you. Your usual study space is available, shall I have a strawberry matcha latte brought to you there?"

Mira shook her head, "No...thank you. I think I'll just explore a little."

"Explore? So you would like to try some of the other services we offer? My records show that you asked not to me offered again, but I can go through the list if you like."

Mira suddenly recalled an implanted memory of just what kind of services they offered. She couldn't believe that her own rile had gone THERE of all places. Wasn't this still supposed to be a university?

Thought perhaps the rulebook used her own subconscious to build the lounge. After all she had been thinking about sex a whole lot more than normal.

She blushed as she suddenly had an idea, "C-could I..." She hesitated but didn't see any sort of judgement in his face which gave her the courage to continue, "Just watch? In a private booth. And I'll have something stronger, a red."

He nodded, "Certainly. What sort of show would you like to watch? There's nothing started right now but I have Juan, Lisa and Kelly on standby."

Mira felt herself blushing again and she had to look away. She couldn't do it. She just couldn't.

The man seemed to sense her hesitation. He tapped his tablet and then smiled at her, "I've booked room 47 for you. You'll find a tablet there you can use to request services yourself. Or not. I'll have a glass of red sent there too, but don't worry if you change your mind. Have a pleasant stay Ms. Chowdhury."

Mira nodded, still red faced, and rushed passed him up the stairs.

The lounge proper was like entering a whole new world.

The space felt totally disconnected from the rest of the university which owed so much of its architecture to budget and function with little thought for aesthetics.

The main lounge area was a ode to excess. Marble floors, diamond chandeliers and enough gold trim to empty Tort Knox were the obviously culprits but as Mira looked closer she could see that every detail had been refined to be as luxurious as possible. Using this space as a nerd study hall seemed almost wasteful.

Of course she saw students doing just that. Reading on the couches or studying at the tables while staff wandered around giving out drinks and snacks. She could really get used to studying here.

Of course studying wasn't all the lounge offered. She wandered down a corridor and inhale the deep aroma of sandalwood and lavender. There was a tablet mounted to the wall where she could book her own spa treatments, not just massages but anything she could think of.

Beyond the spa she came to a long row of numbered rooms, stopping outside room 47. She gulped and stepped inside.

There was a cozy armchair sitting in front of a window, or rather, a one way mirror. A small table held a tablet and a glass of red wine.

She sat down and tapped it awake. Her eyes went wild as she read through her options. It was overwhelming and included terms that she had no idea of their meaning.

Determined not to chicken out she made it to the end of the form and hit send.

A few minutes later a door opened and she saw two women enter. She was initially scared that they could see her, but they made no indication that they could.

Both were wearing the school uniform. They sat down on the bed and started chatting, just small talk.

Then one stopped, "Do you hear buzzing?"

The second girl blushed and shook her head.

"Quiet, listen, there it is!"

The girl shook her head and bit her lip. Mira felt herself getting flushed too. It was really hot in here. She took a sip of wine and unbuttoned her top a little.

"Ok maybe I'm just hearing things." The first said. They went back to talking but it didn't last long, "Are you ok? You look flushed."

The second girl did look flushed. She was squirming too, holding her legs right together. Mira found herself doing the same thing. Squirming around. She was so hot.

The girl let out a moan and then clamped her hand over her mouth. Mira found her hand drifting lower and lower. Her fingers slid under her skirt...under her panties...

"What's wrong?" The first girl asked.

"I'm...f-f-fine."

"No you're not."

"Oh God!" Mira and the girl said simultaneously. Mira's fingers had found her clit and her other hand had latched onto her breasts. Her breath was coming ragged now, just like the performers was.

"What?" The first girl asked. In response the second girl shuddered, doing her best to hide her orgasms. Mira was alone and felt no need to hide it, she screamed as she came loudly, then closed her eyes and fell back into the chair.

When she finally opened her eyes again the girls were gone. She took the tablet and gave them a 5 star rating, then quickly slipped away. She felt like she was going to be spending a lot more time here.

Donna looked at Sierra, giving her best puppy dog impression, "Please can you give me a better uniform!"

Sierra rubbed her chin, "Hmm...I don't think so."

"Why not? I'm your friend aren't I?"

"Sure but I can only give punishments. It's Kenji who gives exemptions and he already turned you down."

"Ya but..." Donna thought hard, "Just make my punishment a better uniform."

Sierra rolled her eyes, "And punish you for what exactly?"

Suddenly Donna slapped Sierra, hard enough to sting her own hand, "Shit. Sorry. That was harder than I meant...please punish me..."

Sierra glared at her friend, "Oh. Oh I will. I will..."

A few minutes later they'd made the trek to Donna's room. Sierra tore through Donna's closet looking for something appropriate before finally emerging victorious, "This. This is perfect. Here Donna, as punishment for hitting the SRO this is your new uniform." She held up the tiny pieces of fabric.

"No..." Donna squeaked. "Please no."

"Try it on for me." Sierra insisted.

It was after school hours so Donna could technically wear anything, but she suddenly feared what Sierra might do.

A few seconds later Donna stood there in front of her friend, "There. Happy? Now please retract the punishment, I can't wear this to class!"

"Class? Hmm, you're right. Too distracting for the boys."

"Thank-" Donna didn't get to finish before Sierra made it much worse.

"You will wear this, or nothing, outside of class hours! That's your punishment."

Donna groaned, "But Sierra!"

"Whose fault is it that I have a fucking leash around my neck? If you hadn't gone overboard with Ken I wouldn't have needed to give myself a handicap too. Actually, I'm still mad. Flash me."

Donna obeyed instantly.

"See? So much easier to flash in a bikini. I'm just thinking of you."

"Nobody is going to ask me to flash them." Donna said, but she immediately regretted it.

"Aren't they? You think I won't tell people to ask?"

"Sierra..."

"Oh fine. I won't. And in exchange you are going to help me win the next game we play. I don't know how or what we'll play, but make sure I win. If you do that I might just give you a proper uniform."

"That's ****."

"Show me your tits."

Donna obeyed immediately, then sighed as she covered herself again, "Ok ok. You win."

"Don't worry, you aren't my only target. Let's go out. You can be my deputy. Let's mess with people."

"Oh now we're talking." Donna forgot all about her own embarrassment, for a minute at least, as they set out to find some more victims.

Ken tapped the pencil on the rule book as he stared out into space. He was sitting on a bench on campus, trying to think of his final rule.

He was so lost in thought he didn't notice Alyssa come up to him.

"Hi!" She said.

He jumped and turned to face her, "Oh hi."

She giggled, "That's twice in one day. Must be fate." She slid down beside him. "Whatcha up to?"

"Oh just rewriting the rules of the universe."

"Ah, of course. Personally I'd get rid of Monday's."

Ken smirked, "Monday's aren't so bad. Besides if I got rid of them we'd just hate Tuesday instead."

"True, true. Ok, then I'd make it illegal to serve bad coffee. Have you tried Tim Hortons recently? Gross."

"Ah, a noble goal." Ken agreed.

"Exactly. And I'd make socks always match automatically. No more sock purgatory. You do laundry, they pair up like soulmates."

"So... a utopia, basically."

"Obviously. Oh, and everyone who chews with their mouth open? Automatically muted in real life."

"Permanently or just until they finish eating?" Ken asked.

"Permanently. They made their choice." Alyssa said cheerfully.

Ken hesitated to reply. He wanted to tell her the truth, the whole truth. About the rulebook and it's power. Except after Donna had so unceremoniously barged her way into the group he felt like his friends wouldn't appreciate him sharing the rulebook with an outsider.

After a moment's consideration he decided to wait to tell her until after he'd discussed with Sierra and Mira. But that didn't mean he couldn't share the power with her, she just didn't have to know she had it.

"Hey Alyssa..." Ken asked slowly, "Want to play a game?"

Currently Active Rules:

Global:

New rule: Sierra MacLeod, Mira Chowdhury and Kenji Whitmore are the owners of this rulebook. They will always remember the world as it was before any rules were written. Donna Okafor is not an owner but will retain her memories of the world before the rules.

New Rule: Only the owners Sierra MacLeod, Mira Chowdhury and Kenji Whitmore may add, remove or edit rules in this rulebook. Non-owners may not touch the rulebook and will pay no attention to it.

New Rule: The rulebook can be summoned by any of the owners at anytime by snapping their fingers 3 times. Non-owners won't find this strange.

New Rule: No owner may add, remove or edit a rule from the rulebook without the explicit approval of the other two owners, unless granted this right through a valid game win as enforced by this rulebook.

Northern Union University

Old Rule: All students are assigned a uniform. On school days from 7am to 5pm they are unable to wear anything else except their uniform. The uniform assigned to them will reflect their academic performance. The top 10% of students in each year will be given professional and dignified clothing that resembles uniforms seen at elite private academies. For students with lower grades their assigned uniform will get progressively more revealing, lower quality and more humiliating the further they are from the top of the standings. Student Rankings will be published on the 1st of each month and uniform adjustments are made at that time.

Old Rule: It is considered polite to stare at women's breasts, especially if they are bare or displaying cleavage

Old Rule: The President's Entrance Scholarship pays $50,000 a year.

Old Rule: NU U has an official student job known as the Breast Inspector. The hiring process is completely secretive and once hired they cannot be fired. Female students may request inspections from the Breast Inspector. During an inspection the student may be required to remove clothing and allow the inspector to touch them. Students who have their breasts inspected always feel more confident about their bodies afterwards. If the inspector provides feedback about the student's breasts it is considered that whatever he says must be true. The inspector has the authority to issue uniform exemptions to allow students to wear bras despite their grades and the authority to revoke bras from their uniform despite good grades. Having the official breast inspector look at or touch your breasts is not considered cheating or sexual harassment. Kenji Whitmore is the current Breast Inspector.

Old Rule: NU U has an official student regulation officer, or SRO. The SRO is given a uniform to wear during school hours which overrides any other uniform requirements consisting of a tailored black blazer with gold trim and epaulets, worn open over a crisp white blouse, a pencil skirt with black tights or high-waisted black slacks, panties and a supportive bra. All materials are extremely high quality. The SRO is permitted to supply their own shoes of any style. The SRO can discipline other students for violations of the university's code of conduct or for disrespecting the SRO. No evidence is required and violations are entirely the discretion of the SRO. Disciplinary action can include fines, community service, uniform modifications or corporal punishment at the discretion of the SRO with no appeal process. Students must accept the disciplinary action and complete it as told. The current SRO is Sierra MacLeod.

Old Rule: To reward the top 10% of students academically the University offers several major perks. Access to a high end lounge in the student union, 24/7 access to all buildings on campus and exemption from all disciplinary measures except where cheating can be proven.

Duncan Hall Room 213

New rule: Any who makes a promise by putting a hand over their heart and saying 'I swear...' will be held accountable to keep their promise by the rulebook. If they break their promise the rulebook will generate a rule targeting them related and proportional to the promise they made.

Old Rule: Room 213 is a 3 bedroom suite with a living room, kitchenette and full bath. It is the largest and most luxurious dorm on campus. Sierra MacLeod, Mira Chowdhury and Kenji Whitmore were assigned to live in this room for the 2024-2025 year.

Mira Chowdhury

New Rule: Mira Chowdhury will experience a phantom vibrator on her clit at a random time once per day until she orgasms

New Rule: Mira Chowdhury becomes more uncomfortable the more skin she has covered.

Donna Okafor

New Rule: Donna Okafor must address the rulebook owners as "Master" or "Mistress" and while in Duncan Hall Room 213 offer them food and beverages as if she were a servant.

New Rule: Donna Okafor cannot stand or walk unless she is wearing high heels

New Rule: Donna Okafor must show her bare breasts to anyone who asks

Old Rule: Donna Okafor voice is very high pitched and bubbly.

Sierra MacLeod

New Rule: Sierra MacLeod has a collar welded around her neck that cannot be removed

New Rule: Sierra MacLeod has a 4 foot long leash attached to her collar that she cannot touch with her hands.

New Rule: Sierra MacLeod may not edit or remove rules.