Even more rules

"Come babe, you can't work me up like that and just leave!" Dennis complained as Charlene started to walk away, swaying her hips in a dramatic fashion.

"You can think about me while you masturbate." She said casually without stopping.

"It's not that same. Seriously? You've giving me blue balls here." Dennis said harshly.

Charlene stopped and turned around, "Blue balls? Seriously? That's not a thing. Suck it up. I've got to get to class. You know what? I take it back, don't think about me while you masturbate." Then she turned back and sauntered away.

Dennis groaned. His cock was straining in his pants after Charlene had very intentionally grinded against him. He couldn't exactly duck into the bathroom to wank it out, and he wasn't going to run back home to do it. There was nothing to do except wait for it to go down.

"That bitch," He said aloud. He started to walk down the path but then stopped suddenly. It felt like someone was licking his dick. He had to look down to double check that it wasn't actually happening. Somehow he followed the sensation until he stood over a small notebook. He picked it up and understand exactly what to do. "This will teach her..."

New Rule: Blue Balls is a very serious condition that occurs when men become sexually aroused for a prolonged period without ejaculation. It can only be cured through ejaculation triggered by sexual activity with a partner, masturbation will not alleviate the symptoms. Because of the serious nature of this, it's considered a crime to stimulate a male and leave him without relief and only the males testimony is required for a conviction.

Dennis grinned and dropped the book, "Now where did she go..." He chased after Charlene, he didn't want her to go to jail after all.

Shannon saw Donna across the courtyard and ran over to her waving, "Hey Bitch!"

Donna looked up and smirked, "Heyyy! How's it going?"

Shannon put her hands on her hips, "How do you think? A-maze-ing! Here's what I've done so far..."

The two of discussed the changes they'd made so far.

Donna nodded, "So we move onto phase 2?"

"That's right. Phase 2," Shannon held out her hand, "It was a pleasure working with you."

Donna laughed, "Same. May the best woman win."

Shannon's eyes sparkled, but she kept her mouth shut. Phase 2 was simply meant they had accomplished their shared goal, and now they were free to write whatever they wanted. She turned away from Donna and ran towards the nearest rulebook.

Ken finally found a mini rulebook and picked it up. He felt the immediate need to write something, but he didn't actually have anything planned. The only thing he really had on his mind was his impending deadline with Alyssa and Asha. If he didn't decide, he'd be locked out of the rulebook forever. He had to prevent that at any cost, which meant marrying or enslaving them.

Those thoughts shaped the rule that was forming in his mind. Either as a husband or a Master he was going to have two women dependent on him. He needed to be able to provide for them. He'd intended to graduate, find a job, work hard, all that jazz but now...did he really have to? The rulebook could provide for him.

New Rule: The role of Breast Inspector at NU U is an important and revered job. As such it comes with a salary of $250,000 per year.

He smiled and dropped the rulebook on the ground. Now he could afford to get the girls rings...or collars...with diamonds or whatever. He headed off to look for another one.

Alyssa had been searching uselessly for what seemed like hours. Where were these rulebooks? Then she finally felt it. A soft licking sensation between her legs, "Yes!" She screamed. She quickly narrowed it down and picked up the book. "And what to do now...oh?" This rulebook had already been written in.

New Rule: Women may not cover their breasts

So that's why she was suddenly topless. Alyssa tapped her foot as she thought. She felt the compulsion to write something, but she wasn't terrible uspet about the rule. Then she had it. With a grin she edited the rule.

New Rule: Women may not cover their breasts without permission from a man. Permission can only be given in person and is automatically cancelled any time she exposes them. Topless women may be groped by anyone and they may not stop them, verbally or physically.

There, much better, thought Alyssa. She set it down and moved on.

Shannon made it to the nearest rulebook and picked it up quickly. Now it was time to be totally selfish. She'd been enjoying domming Mira a little, but she missed her little **** harem. That's where the rulebook came in.

New Rule: Any non-owner/non-player that sees Shannon as more than 75/100 on an attractiveness scale cannot disobey her.

She wanted to make sure it was go by the team review afterwards so she excluded them, but the rest of campus was her oyster. She looked up and immediately noticed someone who fit the bill.

"Hello 82..." Shannon slowly walked over to the woman, "Hi. I'm Shannon, tell me your name."

The woman seemed mesmerized by Shannon, "P-Penny." She said.

"Penny...on your knees. Now."

Penny dropped to her knees immediately. Shannon grinned, "Perfect..."

Donna had gone the opposite way from Shannon, aiming for a different rulebook. She found one in short order and picked it up, "Time to help Donna..." She said.

She'd made her own pussy taste great already, so she hadn't had a hard time finding guys to go down on her. Unfortunately she'd discovered two problems with that. First, she and other black women were being fetishized. At first it had made her feel good, but as she experienced it more and more it felt like racism with extra steps. Second, as much as she loved oral, she loved sex too. Now it was hard to get guys to stop eating her out and start fucking her.

Her pencil hovered over the page, after all this time she wasn't sure how to solve either of those problems. She couldn't just eliminate racism, as much as she wanted to it was too complicated for her to risk it with a simple rule change. And it wasn't that she wanted guys to stop begging her for oral, she just wanted them to love fucking her too.

Instead of solving either of those problems, another rule came to mind. She smiled as she wrote it down.

New Rule: Men cannot masturbate. If they do not cum at least one a week they will feel extremely uncomfortable.

There, now if they want to lick her, they'll have to fuck her. It was perfect.

Sam stared at the little book in her hands. She shuddered, wondering what she'd done to deserve such amazing luck. All her life she'd dreamt of something like this. She'd been born in the wrong body. It had taken her a long time before she knew that she wasn't alone feeling that way, that there were others like her. But finding that community had done little to alleviate the pain she felt every day when she looked in the mirror.

She'd started HRT a while ago and it had made some difference. She could pass. Sometimes. But it wasn't enough. She wanted her outside to match her inside. She wanted to be 100% woman. And now...

She knew exactly what she wanted to do.

New Rule: Sam Rossi is a biological female.

The change was immediate. It was a rule, it couldn't be broken. She had to be a biological female. Of course that meant rules regarding females now applied to her too. She was **** to rip off her t-shirt and stand there, topless. Staring down at her new breasts.

"Perfect..." She whispered to herself.